His forearms suddenly turned into that forearms made of Holy ice, including his armor and trench coat sleeves, “Twin Glaives of the Frozen Angel…” Kihia’s forearms them transformed into two large glaive blades, their singular edge razor sharp. He then looked at Gragas and his henchmen, taking a lower stance, pointing one blade towards Gragas and the other towards the sky, “Come at me…” Gragas frowned as well as growled, he then turned to a group of seven of his men, “Get Him!” Seven of the men then charged at Kihia, Two of them clasped their hands together and formed bladed disks of darkness that started to spin on their hands.
They swung at Kihia who leaned back and ducked as blades went over him, He then raised his arms up and sliced across the two men sides and then spun around and slammed the flat sides of the blades against the backs of their heads sending them sprawling forward. He then continued to spin and sliced his blades across another two henchmens legs as they charged, he then lifted his arms up throwing them into the air. Then suddenly a blast of dark energy shout out aiming straight at Kihia’s chest, however Kihia quickly counteracted by swiping his right arm across the middle of the blast making it veer off into two halves. The remaining three men who had engaged with Kihia stood at a distance, considering Kihia had yet to even take a step from his spot.