The gust of air struck something solid instead of forcing the remainder of the fire out onto the plateau, and the cave began to creak and groan under the stress of the sudden buildup of pressure. Arthur backed away from the entrance as dust began to shower down from the cave roof, and it wasn't long before the entire entrance caved in completely. A hand came to Arthur's forehead and he pinched his temples with his thumb and index finger. "Fantastic. Utterly fantastic.

"I'm sorry, Sir?"

"Nothing, Phillip. I need you to pull me back, then deposit me on the plateau just outside this cave. It seems I was a little too enthusiastic."

"I... Very well, Sir. One moment."

The air contorted around Arthur, momentarily seeming to both stretch in on itself and expand out and away, then the form of the man disappeared in a flash of light and the air rebounded back to its normal consistency. This phenomenon was almost immediately followed by one of the exact same nature, save that this one was performed in reverse, just outside the mouth of the cave. Immediately, Arthur's senses told him two things. First, there was a strange looking primitive with a club standing in front of him and covered in stone dust, apparently cheering his victory over some great opponent. Second, there was a human-sized mass of bio-electricity hurtling toward him from behind. It was the second of these two revelations that he opted to pay the most attention to, and momentarily gripped the ground to spin himself in place. The sight that greeted him was one of the enraged demon prince charging headlong toward him with his mace poised to strike. Though in retrospect, the strike was likely meant for the primitive.

Reacting on instinct, Arthur's right hand came up as a brilliant white-blue sword appeared in a crackling instant, sweeping up to catch the mace just under the flanged head and halt its horizontal swing, as well as pull it further behind Arthur. His left hand moved simultaneously and drove forward in a straight punch at Adrian's solar plexus, aiming to use the man's own momentum to compound the force of the blow and cave in or shatter the ethereal chest plate of his armor, likely causing significant damage to the man underneath. To further cement the likelihood of that goal becoming fact, Arthur anchored his feet to the rock beneath, making it impossible for Adrian's momentum to unseat him.