Michael
The kid seemed to have ignored him, breaking out into a run instead. Admittedly, he was a fair bit faster than he looked, but if physical power was all that won fights, then the world would be a very different place, now wouldn't it. The kid came at him with a running leap, bringing those strange weapons down for a massive overhead swing that might have connected had Michael not simply moved to the side, stepping back a few paces to allow some distance between himself and the kid.
Adjutor
This will be a problem...
Quite.
On the bright side, we've got full reserves, 100 souls, and 100 bodies of blood.
And we know how they fight to a degree
Adjutor looked from the armored man to the Sorcerer, having not even bothered to seal his eyes. He didn't like what he saw, at all. While Vanguard literally punched a car at Faust, Adjutor quickly got to work. While Xarrest went about the task of Reinforcing them, Adjutor turned his gaze to the skies. The sky overhead was dark with rain, all that water just waiting to pour from the heavens. Rahab vanished, appearing in the clouds as it quickly drew every bit of water into itself. Meanwhile, Adjutor places one hand on Tyrfing and the other on Lavatain.
"Cursed Blade, Tyrfing," he says, mana surging into the Shadow Elemental.
"Firebrand, Laivatain," Now the Fire Elemental.
"Wing Blade, Valmanway," And finally the Air Elemental.
The beams would be a problem, as densely clustered as they were. Frowning, Adjutor thrust Tyrfing towards the beam and finished the invocation.
"Consume," he shouted, the crimson designs lighting up as the beams approaching Adjutor promptly vanished, consumed completely by Tyrfing as the mana powering the spells was funneled back into Adjutor's reserve. Meanwhile, Xarrest focuses in on Concept: Fire.