[color=00a651][h3]Meirin Kurenai[/h3][/color]

[color=00a651]"You are a sad, sad mad man."[/color] Meirin wasn’t certain if he was ignorant or just stupid. Either way it was pitiful; this man seemed like the type who’s never fought against an actual martial artist or mage. Assuming he wasn’t all bluster, which Meirin had to admit he probably wasn’t, the knight was still more familiar with other armored knights or perhaps savage feral vampires. Basically, the types that would engage the knight in “honorable” melee combat. But Meirin wasn’t about to let the knight’s insults get to her, even if she wanted to prove to him she could take him on hand-to-hand. She already had her spell ready and Ssarak could use the help.

Once more Meirin gain control of orbs of water. But this time instead of sending each orb out at the knight as multiple blades, she fused and stretched the water into a long, thread-like current. Practically invisible to the naked eye, but despite being as thin as string the water was moving at speeds greater than the blades before. Meirin was inspired to create this spell from an old proverb her masters told her: Even mountains whither to a storm. Mixing dirt and stones into the threads of water and making the liquid move at high speeds, Meirin created a razor wire to cut the knight with.

The knight moved fast for a man in armor, but he wasn’t nearly as fast as Meirin. Making the water blade into one large loop, she had the blades in the path of the knight as he charged towards Ssarak. She positioned one blade knee-high so that if he tried to slide underneath, it’d still cut him from the shoulders up. She also had another blade head-high, so if he tried to jump it’d cut off his knees. That’s assuming he could even see the thin blade anymore than he could see a clothesline. She couldn’t stop the shield, but Meirin knew that Ssarak could defend against it easily.