Amidst the smoke, flames and debris, Guorzo spotted Loimos's gloved hand reach for something, grasping a nearby table, crushing the portion he gripped upon before throwing the entire thing straight at the elite, then a chair, then closet, everything and nothing that was within reach.
'Impressive strength, he doesn't seem to be using a battle art either…' in that department, the flaming swordsman was no slouch either, swinging his blade and rendering the furniture to splinters, one punch from his free hand enough to completely nullify the heavy closet.
He made small movements to evade knives and other cutlery swung his way, only for his opponent to next pick up a fallen beam of the home partially charred, Loimos threw it straight at, not like a javelin, using the entire width of the piece of wood to force Guorzo to destroy the projectiles, using this opportunity to slip away as arrows began raining from multiple directions.