Due to the torrent of flames, Gregor was unable to see Arthur’s reaction until it was too late. His body slam hit only thin air, while Arthur’s blade clove through his chest and abdomen, giving him no chance to dodge or retaliate before crashing to the floor unceremoniously. Gallons of boiling-hot blood gushed out from his mortal wound as he roared in pain and went berserk, wildly spewing flames around in every direction in a desperate attempt to incinerate his enemy. It was only for a brief moment, however, before he crashed down motionless into the molten snow, defeated.