"Heh, looks like it is useless, eh? I guess I should have finished you off right from the beginning."
"Now, die."
Before the words fully left his lips, the dense red mist in the cave like basement surged. Tendrils of the viscous, metallic-smelling haze, far more concentrated than any Riku had seen before, lashed out like sentient whips, aiming for Lila and Elara, who were still within their protective barriers.
Air Cutter! Air Cutter!
Sharp, almost invisible blades of wind shot forth, slicing cleanly through the incoming tendrils. Each severed mist-whip dissolved with a faint, sighing sound.. Multiple casts of these flying air blades went out, cutting through the tendrils before they could reach the girls.
"Impressive reflexes, surfacer," the Impostor rasped, a flicker of surprise in his crimson eyes as his mist attack was neutralized so easily.
"But that won't save you."
