"Why'd it have to be fire?!" Shouta shouted, letting go and jumping from the line of cloth right before the fireball burned through the cloth. One of the burning orbs of death singed his upper arm, and he instinctively began deflecting them, spinning his cleaver around like an airplane propeller in an absurdly fast tempo, deflecting the fireballs that came within burning range. He then begins a downward swing in midair towards the assailant.