'Fascinating…'
Mias drifted around the man, Jaune, in front of him…
'Those who possess the ability to attack Aether are rare.'
Mias materialized his arm and sickle once again, sending a crescent downward slash at the rugged man.
Jaune, battered and bruised, knocked the sickle away with his dirk, then thrust the tip toward the plume.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Mias would never allow anyone to parry and launch a counterattack against him. But, this 'Jaune' was… fascinating!
'And those who possess the ability to attack the soul are near non-existent.'
Yet the man before him possessed the ability to do both.
With that strike, Jaune had managed to cut a bit of Mias' Aether and sent it scattering into the air.
Mias tried to draw it back in, but, as he expected, the miasmic particles refused to listen.
Jaune swiveled back and swiped up into Mias' smoke.
