Azaroth's eyes narrowed as the blade streaked toward him. With an effortless tilt of his head, he avoided the strike by mere inches. The blade hissed past, embedding itself into the ground behind him with a sharp, resounding clang. But Kaelen wasn't done.
Kaelen's left hand was already in motion. Holding it out to the right of his head, he summoned a surge of black flames that roared to life with an almost feral intensity. With a swift, sweeping motion, he hurled the flames toward Azaroth's entire form.
The inferno surged forward like a tidal wave, distorting the air around it with its heat. Azaroth moved with inhuman speed, dodging to the side in a blur. The flames consumed the spot where he had stood, scorching the ground into a charred crater. In the process of evasion, Azaroth released his grip on Kaelen, allowing him to drop to the ground.