A Knight's Stand

Bubbling, popping, and scraping; the heat growled and hissed at everything it touched. The air itself seemed to ignite, causing a sewer lid to pop up from the scorching temperatures. As a droplet of sweat trickled down his chin, he made the first move–

Bringing his sword up, it became engulfed in a coalescence of scarlet and black aura, intertwining into a blossoming skull. 

["Deathprint Blade"] 

The gathering of magical output weighed down his blade, having to tug it down with both hands into a mighty slash. A rippling conjuration of a rose-blooming skull was released, tearing forward through the melting asphalt. 

As the skull chomped its rotten teeth through the burnt street, the Sun hadn't budged an inch, not so much as unfolding his blazing arms. 

'He's not–?' Jasper thought, watching the deathly release crash against the manifested star.