Owen's eyes fluttered open instantaneously as he rose from the sewer water, gasping as he catches his breath. He panted and firmly held his sword, hurdling away from the water and attempted to slash the marionette who was now holding Faustina's hand. The girl's eyes were closed, fingers enclosed with the doll's.
The blade was supposed to pierce through the puppet's unoccupied arm, but it quickly retaliated with a purple magic circle as a defense. And as a result, the blade's impact had sprung back to Owen, dealing greater damage to him. He knew this dark hex; dummies supplied with a tad of infernal magic use it to duplicate certain attacks and return it twofold.
