The Arm Rakshasa fell to the ground in agony, despair flickering in his eyes as he saw his arm break. Struggling to rise, he was thwarted again by Matias who landed a heavy kick on his chest.
In an instant, the Arm Rakshasa spat out a mouthful of blood and lay weakly on the ground, like a banished patient. Deep hatred and anger blazed in his eyes.
Matias stood quietly in front of the Arm Rakshasa, his voice carrying a trace of mockery. "Do you think you have won?"
No sooner had his words faded than a blazing flame shot towards him.
From somewhere, the Arm Rakshasa had found a Flame Scimitar, which he brandished as he charged at Matias. His eyes were ferocious and mad, as if he wished to reduce Matias to ashes.
Instantly alert, Matias saw his suspended Sealing Charm Talisman glow brightly, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the Flame Scimitar completely.