Still covering his face, for the most part, he slowly opened his eyes, taking a glimpse of what was happening ahead.
As soon as his eyes opened, he noticed a Sword made entirely of flames flying towards his neck. The Sword wasn't made of hot red flames. Instead, they were made of chilly blue flames. All the red flames had turned into blue in an instant.
Still in the middle of the air, he thought about teleporting at the last second, only to remember that he couldn't. He still wasn't outside the building.
Using his winds, he pushed his body to the side.
The freezing sword missed his throat but managed to cut a small trail of his hair in the process. The sword turned around, once again, following Arthur.
Arthur once again tried to avoid the Sword as he moved again. Even this time, he managed to protect his vitals; however, not perfectly.
A light groan left his lips as the sword sliced his left arm, leaving one inch deep cut on it.
