Aelthar's spear whistled in air as it passed through Rio's throat, but instead of warm blood splattering over, what came out upon impact was just fog.
Rio's figures disappeared in air, as if what the god hit just now was but an illusion, an afterimage.
A sense of danger caused the god to look up, from where he noticed two daggers, one red and one silvery, coming straight for his skull. But due to him looking up, were now just about to stab his eyes.
Aelthar spun his spear, sending a wave of fog to distract Rio, while backing away. But suddenly found his shadow being locked in place, making him unable to move.
'Got you, bitch.' Rio thought while tapping his shoes together, generating a burst from their soles, which propelled him further. His speed faster than a shooting star.
Rio was just about to blind the god when suddenly he felt something pull him behind, he watched a swirl of fog wrapped around his waist, slowing his descent.