'What can I do if I can't parry him.' Merlin thought to himself for a moment.
Ghostsaw was now glancing towards the humidifier in the middle of the room. "Ah, so that's how you did it. No matter, I don't need stealth to kill you all."
Ghostsaw grabbed his blade and charged towards Merlin, who was still lost in thought, but quickly snapped out of it.
Merlin swung his daggers at the blade while avoiding the next strike. And as he observed the blade, it went through both of his, barely missing his arms.
'Surely the blade has limitations, it wouldn't make sense otherwise.' Merlin wondered. 'If his blade can go through anything, it would fall through the world any time he sets it down, sheaths it, or drops it.'
'If I can't parry the blade, perhaps I could parry the handle.' Merlin thought, readying his blade once more.
