Jeff slashed his Candor to the left and dodged another Keeper's attack. He crouched and drove the sword upwards. The hot end of the Candor passed easily, detaching the metallic hands of the keeper who had attacked him from the rear. With a swift motion, he swung the sword and a clinking sound resonated the room, followed by three robotic heads which rolled away from their shoulders.
He stiffened his grip on his Candor. Every heat that burned out of the laser sword reminded him of the way Vanessa had used him like a toy for the past three years. The glow of the sword was the strength and anger that burned in him. Its splendor was also rummaging through the room, flashing out with boldness, as if daring the white light of the electric bulb to outshine its brightness if it can.
