That dastardly energy came at him again and Sven dodged, feeling the air crackle at his back as he rolled out of its path. His momentum found him back on his feet in moments. He kept moving--as he ran, he strained against the blockade between him and the Petals of Nil. The wings of the bow creaked with an uncharacteristic stiffness and folded back in on themselves to take the form of a black sword.

Fire alighted from the top of the hilt and sprung up in a spiral along the polished wooden blade. Adrenaline pushed him forward and he dashed before Light, sweeping low with his blade and intercepting the tendril coming for her legs. The blade may look like wood but it cuts as well as any steel, slashing the tendril and sending embers spitting and steam coiling through the air.

"Not a chance!"