absorbs flame

The Nemeans that Gou had been keeping at bay leapt forward at the perceived vulnerability, teeth flashing towards his throat and hamstrings while he was down. Just as they were about to fall upon him, though, he blurred, flipping over and sliding beneath one of the Grimm in a maneuver that left swaths of burning lines in his wake. His massive size slowed him down immensely, in a relative sort of way, but none of the Nemeans seemed to anticipate his still impressive speed as he Shed away from the attack and slid behind them. Instead of pressing his advantage, however, Gou simply opened his mouth wide, spreading light as he displayed the conflagration between his teeth.

And, if you looked closely, peering through the light and the warping heat…a figure.

Adam stood at the front of his mouth, the flames raging behind him. His left arm was wrapped in layers of spider silk whose other end bound it tautly to a nearby tooth, the bone like a stone column beside him, and with the other, held his sword behind his back. The flames of Karna that filled Gou’s maw simply came to a stop at the blade, as if warded back by its edge, but though the flames seemed to blend together, I could see them swirling towards and around the hungry blade. As Gou took a deep breath, the flames cut of, plunging the surrounding area into darkness again—but for Adam’s sword, which shined like a beacon in the night as he lifted it.

Wilt glowed pure white, the heat within it so intense that it was almost painful to look at, but as the flames at his back fell away, he didn’t hesitate to bring it back around and sheath it within blush, hiding its light with a quiet click. Small trails of electricity crackled down the length of his body and around the sheathed bladed, even as he lifted his hand from the hilt. With echoing stomps, the Nemeans scrambled to their feet, but Adam simply twitched a finger at the sight of them.

His trigger finger, to be precise.

Wilt shot from Blush and light flooded outwards from it again, small trails of lightning sparking between sheath and blade. When it was mere inches out, its hilt slide neatly into Adam’s hand and he pulled it the rest of the way free in a blinding slash of his blade that released a wave of power that expanded from Gou’s mouth in a flash, cutting across the field in front of him—and straight through everything in its path. The charged strike tore through the pride of Nemeans, cutting them from their chests to their haunches as it went and leaving the resulting mess to fade away. Absently clicking the side of his blade against one of Gou’s teeth, the pair moved on.