Opening his palm, Zaroth shot out several fireballs, aiming to break the concentration of his enemy.
Henry, however, remained unfazed as multiple balls made of purple liquid appeared to his side and shot forward, intercepting the fireballs.
To Zaroth's surprise, his power seemed to be the weaker one, as the liquid went past the fireballs, dissipating them into nothing while they still looked whole and fine.
A grin appeared behind his demonic mask. "Well, he isn't the leader of the Outlaws and a member of the Council of the Crimson Sun Empire for nothing!" he shouted as his movements became even swifter.
By relaxing certain muscles and tensing others, he was able to dodge the attacks, remaining undamaged.
"For a man with a bounty on his head, you sure like to run away!" Henry taunted, swinging his blades wildly.
