Energy surged in Arthur. The moment the powder was thrown, he knew what was happening. The emergency escape burst in all directions as he speared through the air, sword drawn to try and sever the wooden stake before it could be swung. From his lips, the one word he had on his mind was out there.

"Emi!"

He was too slow--because his first thought was that he didn't want to harm them. The cover of the powder made it difficult to make his swing precise.