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The figure batted the sheath out of the air with the sword in his off hand, even as he once more called on his strange magic. He stepped aside of the tongue at the last moment, recognizing it as a threat. This figure moved with inhuman grace and agility, dodging an attack even as Ozo initiated it, even as the magic it called upon flowed around him. As Ozo moved close enough to strike the spell was completed, a blast of energy shooting outwards, emanating from the stranger. Everything nearby was blasted backwards and burned, and Ozo would suffer the same fate. When he stood once more his opponent would be standing in the middle of a small crater, the air filled with the smell of burning corpses and a strange stinging smell that lingers on the mind.

However, the stranger was ready for his next trick. A strange white mist covered the being, cloaking it from view for a moment. And when the mist slowly siphoned away, it was like a completely opponent had appeared where the previous had been but moments before. This figure wore a massive suit of steel plated armour. The armour had an almost golden sheen, and was of unknown origin. It included white decorative cloths and golden jewelry. And as the figure stepped, the ground beneath his feet cracked, indicating an immense weight. This was not an armour that could be worn by normal humans.

The figure hefted a massive blade, forged from a shining white material and adorned with golden patterns and runes. It was almost 2 meters long in total, wielded in one hand, and it exuded an almost divine presence, a glowing white sheen that moved across the blade, a slight yellow-golden glow along the edge. As he did so, glowing lightning enveloped the weapon, the very blade seemingly turning into a solid beam of writing golden energy. The enemy moved into a slow bow, after which it stepped forward, swinging the massive weapon like it was a much smaller sword, aiming to slice Ozo in half.