Open Book

Swarms of black flies that glowed red and clouds of gold mixed together as Irlanx Xacobus tried to strike Loimos, if he could land some dust on another's of Loimos's limb- Or simply hit him with at least one fly, but like some sort of speed demon, the king's opponent moved and zoomed from place to place, his movements wholly unpredictable, not even once, not once had Xacobus managed to guess what Loimos would do next, not even by chance.

Whilst the opposite was true for his enemy, each and every one of the golden lord's moves and actions seemed known to Loimos before they occurred, it was like a blind man having to fight an all-seeing devil, even though the corpse in disguise currently only had one way to move through the air, he was managing to utilise siften steppe with frightening efficiency, demonstrating an understanding and mastery of this ability of the living that was simply unbelievable.