Wesley reacted too late. His intention was to counteract the spell that had been shot at Nadeilne, but oddly enough, Igeyorhm was faster than he appeared to be. Despite his vibrant, almost eccentric visage, he actually seemed to be quite capable in the art of battle. His quick spellcraft was even faster than Nadeline’s was and how effectively he moved with that sword was on par to how Wesley himself moved. He was graceful and made no sounds when he moved. It was as if he was a whisper in the wind when he moved.

Speaking of how quick his reactions were, Igeyorhm used his speed to deflect Grant’s attempt to harm him and had plunged the hilt of his sword into Grant’s chest. Taking advantage, Wesley swiftly thrust forward with his sword, but he was too slow. The Martyr had evaded it entirely, leaving Wesley to linger forward only for a brief moment before he regained his composure and brought his body to face him once more. Wesley gathered his mist at his feet and used it to propel himself forward, mimicking thrusters from an airship fighter and he would thrust forward, his sword covered in that same mist.