Noctis

Milo reached into his back pockets, retrieving the two daggers he had received all those years ago. His mana danced around inside of the blades, the soul inside beckoning to be released as he took a single step forward. Michalor stepped back, feeling a strange pressure emanating from not only Milo, but the daggers he wielded. 

Michalor pushed his left foot back slightly, appearing as if he was preparing to lunge forward. He pulled both of his hands to his side, clenching them as he prepared for the onslaught. 

'He knows a form of martial art …'. 

Milo thought to himself as he watched the air around Michalor grow tighter, as if he was condensing all of his energy into a single blow. 

'But I've never seen this type of fighting style before. Is it some kind of special technique the demons use, or has he devised it all alone to make up for his lack of elemental affinity'.