I spun on my feet to see who was screaming my name. It was a random woman who looked kind of familiar, she wore a white collar shirt that was ripped up with a rig over her chest. She also had just black jeans for pants and I questioned if she was really a fighter.
However, despite how unusually normal she looked, the woman jumped off the roof with a spear that looked like it was made out of blood.
Raising my sword in the nick of time, I parried the spear to the side, but then it suddenly vanished.
"Die!" Manifesting in the woman's hand was a dagger made from the same substance and I finally understood what was going on.
