The attacks came quickly and left Fletcher with little time to react. The fact that he couldn't even see the blades of air certainly didn't help. Sensing an impending second attack he dropped low, curling into a ball, and launched himself backwards. He arched his back and completed the backflip, landing outside of the circle of flame just as it erupted from the ground.

"Oh Isaaaiaah," Fletcher's sing-song voice rang out, "I may need some help here. He's being such a kill-joy,"

"I've got you covered from here Fletch. You know I don't do the hand-to-hand stuff,"

"Ugh you puss. Ok well you better not miss, damn it,"

"Hey! The rest of you bozos wanna help out over here? I got a gimpy king with a huge stick up his ass over here. Anybody wanna contribute?"

Fletcher took a few steps back and for the first time in a long well felt an inkling of uneasiness. This was going to be a tough fight.