[The Scythe crashes into the Honedge with a deafening clash as the figure backflips away from the barrage of attacks. The sound of them gasping in pain can be heard as many still strike true, but even still black flame begins to spring to life around them.]

DIE INFIDELS!

[Sweepings their hand in a wide gesture, they unleash the black flame upon the new assailants, not being particularly discriminating if it might strike citizens as well]