Fate
Fate stood in the middle of the arena in an apparently relaxed stance, but in truth ready to respond to any attacks that Shiro, across from him, chose to open the fight with. His expression had been replaced with a mostly aloof one that expressed only an edge of confidence, regarding his opponent as the man analyzed the battlefield.
Then the priest made a simple exclamation, and in a flash three thin blades were whistling through the air at deadly speed and force. Two straight towards him and one aimed at the ground near him.
With his barrier it was unlikely the blades would be able to hurt him, but there was no reason to give away his defensive capabilities so soon, and the way Shiro threw his weapons was telling. The two going for him were a distraction, while the third, and more innocuous one at first glance, held some sort of trap. It was an obvious trick, but an effective one. He suspected shadow binding.
With a quick movement back, he had placed himself out of the danger of the blade aiming for his shadow, and then with calculated swipes he deflected the other two blades away without so much as a scratch.
Before the weapons even clattered down to the floor, his hard eyes focused on Shiro and five sharp projectiles of stone formed in the air around him. The Stone Spears powerful enough to pierce through the shields of mages and walls of reinforced steel were launched at Shiro in retaliation.