Another groan of pain escaped Arthur's lips as he began to brace his frame in response to the incoming gale, blood spurting from his various wounds that soon took him. He clutched his sword's grip ever tighter as he struggled to regain ground, the cold wind rushing into him mercilessly. His eyes became struck with frost as he began to seize control of the scenario and almost resorted to screamnig as his feet began to scrape the cold rocks. He shut his eyes once more and with his free hand he lifted his hand into a blocking poise. He whispered something that was lost in the wind as a sphere of light began to form within his numbing palm.

"Begone!"

A burst of light exploded and surged forward into Zohik, generating greak sparks and emitting piercing light into the middle of the sudden gale. Another sphere of lightning followed in quick sucession making his way into the mass of yellow hue. Arthur panted heavily as he steadied his body and gave his focus back to his sword. He blinked with frustration as the wind struck his eyes again but he remained resilient. And then he jumped with great force in one sweeping and descivie motion, a war cry sounding from his tired mouth as he thrusted forward in the darkness, sword poised to strike his opponent from midair, his position only illuminated by the light.