Ignis violently jerked his head forward as he recently waking from a brief yet peaceful sleep, from the sound of clashing weapons and hacking swords, he looking closely to the crowd of moblins, they were scattering, some were charging, and one figure stood among them, weilding a sword and one by one the moblins fell, the fighter fought, as if he danced among them. It was truly a site to see, but he had no time to watch closely to learn something, the moblins had already spotted him, quickly they began to throw their spears, with little effort, Ignis picked up his sword which portruded from the side of the tree and with one strong stroke, all the spears were harmlessly warded off, they spun then fell to the ground. Ignis then jumped from the branch, landing nimbly, his sword ready to slice apart these moblins, it was time he bloodied his blade of fire.

The first moblin charged, it's spear forward, but without much effort, Ignis simply cast aside the spear charge, revealing an opening, in which he inserted a quick and brief stab to the chest. Swinging his sword back around to his right and strong arm, he held the blade at ease, the moblin he'd recently slain, fell, and just died there, struggling for maybe a couple of seconds before laying limp, the next moblin charged, Ignis quickly spun around to his right in a full circle, slicing open the moblin's guts. He then with his instincts turned around to diagonally slash which incurred a weapons lock, but not for long, his blade began to turn into a weapon of fire, the moblin's spear began to burst into flames as the moblin backed off, and was stabbed by the flaming sword. The moblin fell, screaming and burning, the others began to back off a bit, looks like there were even more than before he came out of the trees, well it couldn't be helped, they were always quick to realise their fallen allies.

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