Dimitri gave yet another heavy sigh -something he found himself to be doing a lot lately- as he opponent began his attack. The hunter held his weapon out in front of him and began to rotate it with near inhuman speed, either blocking the cards or snuffing their flames out entirely through the small vacuum generated by his weapon's rotation, "[b][color=00746b]If you're dead set on this then so be it. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way.[/color][/b]". Dimitri had faced fire based wizards before and knew them to be some of the more destructively capable magic users out there, he couldn't afford to take any chances here. As beads of sweat began to dot his forehead Dimitri immediately cranked his weapon's amperage up to one hundred and fifty; it was enough to cause cardiac arrest if he could pierce close to the heart, or at the very least cause paralysis inducing muscle spasms. The weapon crackled and sparked menacingly, a stark and somewhat ominous contrast to the almost listless expression of it's wielder. Dimitri lunged forward, though rather than directly attacking Trick, he jammed the javelin end of his weapon into the boiling concrete and raked it upwards viciously, flinging some of the molten cement directly at Trick's face in an attempt to get his eyes. Dimitri knew that he couldn't stay in the ring of fire for long. If the fight drew on he was liable to die of heatstroke if the flames didn't catch him first. Dimitri couldn't afford to hold back in this battle, he either fought with lethal intent or he died.