"Well done," Rhyme said. "It seems you have figured out a little bit of how my power works."
Coming from the wall, a bloody leg of flesh erected itself, kicking the general in the stomach and sending him flying down the staircase.
"Impossible!" the general screamed.
He watched as the daggers unscrambled themselves from the wall, combining itself in the same place. Rhyme emerged from the wall with a bloody leg, still bleeding from the samurai's attack.
"I have six daggers, each dagger representing a limb—two legs, two arms, one head, and one torso."
"Depending on where the dagger lands is where I can control each one of my limbs. In other words, I can be in six places at once."
Rhyme threw his dagger to the other side of him, coming out of it. "Or I can be all of my places at one time in the same area."
"Why would you admit this to me?" the general said. "Now I have to properly anticipate your attacks,"
