"Well, fuck me..." Cassian muttered, his gaze locked on the sar. This wasn't just any second-circle warrior he was facing—this was the real deal, a third-circle powerhouse, and one that radiated a crushing pressure. He had no clue how those fleshy wings had sprouted behind him, but they sure looked like some bizarre mutation. That was another pressing issue he had to keep in mind while fighting him.
"Grab it..." Cassian tossed the green sword to Simon, who, much to his confusion, didn't have one of his own. A red sword appeared in Cassian's hand instead, leaving Simon too stunned to even ask where the hell it came from. Then, they heard it—the sound of those wings flapping, sending a blast of wind toward them. Before they could react, the sar was suddenly in front of Cassian, its black-domain-covered sword coming down fast. Cassian barely managed to stop it, his own blade barely catching the strike, just managing to wedge it between himself and the enemy's sword.
