It all went by like a blur, almost undetectable by the slow-minded. Blurm could only just see the adversary lock get knocked back by the wicked blast before they went to focus on their commanded action. The other side experienced a great amount of confusion regarding their enemies' sudden burst of power, and it caused them to attempt to rush a strategy. The pair were more brawn than they were brains; it was somewhat the reason that they were B rank and not A.<br/><br/>"The hell is...?!" The key exclaimed as he watched his lock slam onto the ground like a sack of charcoal. She was still alive, fortunately for her, but the attack left her pretty stunned for a few moments. She attempted to counter the opposing sides' attacks by twisting the wormhole into a straining knot above them, peering over them like a great, magical snake.<br/><br/>Blurm's saucer-like eyes blinked in rapid succession as they listened to Spirit's command. Nodding immediately after, they raised themselves. From a chain in their pocket, they yanked out what looked like the offspring of a dagger and a falcata- small but deadly and smart. They leaped forwards, towards the enemy, feigning at first to trick them into pausing before phasing forwards, their particles almost seeming to shift from how fast they lunged, and slicing one of the key's calves open, the single claw of their weapon ripping through the silky fabric of his clothing.<br/><br/>As the key screamed in agony, Blurm flew down onto the ground right on their feet, ruby red wingtips plotting bending rather elegantly despite their tiredness. They focused on attempting to take out the key, utilizing close combat and their newly obtained lock abilities alike. It was strenuous, but it seemed to be working for now; the key's powers were dampened slightly, but a threat was a threat. As he focused on Blurm, the lock spat on the ground as she decided to focus on Spirit at the moment.