"And why should I do that? Do you honestly think I'd move for you pathetic excuses for huntsmen? Ha, don't make me laugh! So much for mature upperclassman, because you're nothing more than insects beneath my feet!" A few dozen spears manifested overhead and hovered with menacing intent. Lifting his own held weapon up high, Vermilion slammed the butt on the ground for dramatic effect and the spears scattered towards the two fighters, flashes of crimson bolting through the air with little concern for those in the way. Enjoying the spectacle Vermilion taunted, "Bow and I might just show mercy, you swine!"
Without warning a massive number of spears shot out from the sides, the sky, and even some errupting from the ground, all of them scattering in a wide area about the fighters as frost continued to spread below Vermilion's feet. Unsurprisingly many of the spears seemed to be tipped with frost making them much more jagged and potent, while others almost crumbling on their own fornunknown reasons. Whatever the enemy did, Vermilion wanted to ensure that he had field control of this battle.
[spear hit - 10%]