The only logical outcome was what followed. The bandit rabble, now cut down in number, turned tail and fled immediately while fearing for their lives.

Fio had never really had any doubt in the result of becoming involved in this fight. However, what followed was something far more unexpected.

A Fomorian.

Surprised, the Sword Witch paused for a moment at the sight of the lanky three-armed swordsman, his ashen-toned skin and scraggly white hair. She had never encountered such an opponent before, and wasn't certain what to expect immediately.

Then again, why was that any reason to hesitate?

Just because the enemy was strange did not mean anything changed. She was a peerless user of magic, excelling in her craft. Therefore, her enemies were the ones who needed to be cautious.

Fio Fan Fallise's pride was unshaken.

"Create five phantom daggers in line formation," she began, stepped back onto a more distant platform of light as she spoke, the barrier forming in the air beneath her feet. With a sweep of her blade, the daggers appeared much like the swords did, emerging from rippling portals in the air and formed from interlacing lines of blue light.

"Five phantom swords," Fio continued, the blades emerging from the air in a layered formation, just behind and between the daggers, "Five more phantom daggers!"

The final layer of blades materialized just between the line of swords, furthest in back.

"Release, release, release and kill!"

With the petite witch's declaration, each line of ghost blades fired in succession, hurtling towards the Fomorian. The daggers flew somewhat more quickly then the swords, with Fio's aim being to make the differently-flying projectiles more difficult to counter.

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