Gin and the figure initiated their assault by uttering a spell from their lips, swiftly advancing upon their adversary once their sword clashed.
"Hidden from sight, in mists, I dwell, As I speak, so mote it be, this magic spell…"
"Airy dance, swirling flight, bring clarity, dispel the night."
The duo maintained an unbroken stare as they completed the chant for their spell.
"In whispered words and mystic verse, let the unseen be allowed…"
Gin found himself trailing behind, his incantation proving lengthier. This allowed the figure to seize the initiative, launching the initial attack on Gin just as he concluded his conjuration.
"Storm Clone."
The outer edge of the figure's sword became cloaked in swirling wind.
As he swung the sword towards Gin, the aftermath manifested as a colossal cyclone, obliterating everything in its path.
Swoosh—!
