"Wouldn't have it any other way!" Phoenix responded excitedly, dashing towards the paladin.
As Leon did the same with his training companion, he couldn't help but think maybe the adventurer's confidence was misplaced. After all–he knew what it felt like to be struck by a wooden sword wielded by Charlemagne.
Phoenix propelled himself with a burst of fire at his heels, using the momentum to spin himself like a crimson pinwheel, "Comin' right up–!"
The fiery assault reached Charlemagne, only for the paladin to intercept it with a swift strike that completely reversed the adventurer's spin.
"Pyuh–!" Phoenix spat out.
Behind the quick counter-strike from Charlemagne, the force of it was enough to fling the fiery-haired man back several meters, bouncing off the grass. Leon used the opportunity to quickly place himself behind the paladin with the guidance of mystical swiftness–"Haste."
