While the flames did little in the way of actual damage, only managing a burn on Arthur's left forearm, they did serve as a suitable distraction, hiding the oncoming chains from Arthur's senses as he ducked beneath a particularly potent swath of fire. His first indication of the chains presence was the thud as one drove into the rock behind him, sailing through the space his right bicep had occupied only moments ago. The sound was followed by three more of the same ilk, then a stinging warmth in his right shoulder as a fourth connected with his flesh. Immediately, he felt the tug from the other end and looked up to find Adrian hauling himself forward, using the chains as a means of propulsion as much as his wings. His great maul was being drawn back to deliver a powerful blow, and the expression on his face left little doubt as to the desired outcome of the attack.

Arthur waited, biding his time as his opponent inched closer in his hyper-accelerated vision, then rushed forward enough that the mace would pass harmlessly through the air above him and thrust his sword straight up into the space where Adrian's heart would be, ignoring the chain latched onto his arm and shoulder for the time being.