Alvios' vague moment of confidence faced. [color=mediumorchid]"You're right. I'll end this quickly."[/color] Alvios flew towards Jenso rapidly, his six swords shooting ahead of him at different intervals to attack Jenso. He didn't care a bit about the distracting feathers; the small wounds they made immediately sealed themselves. He didn't even have to focus on healing himself anymore; it just repaired itself with no time wasted. He swung with both swords as he approached, a cross-shaped wave shooting at Jenso, much larger than what he had been firing previously, easily triple the size of the sword's arc, and much faster.