The huge blade's tip comes rushing up my face, and the sudden hostility does not take me by surprise this time as I push his sword away with my metal fan embedded with a Wind Shield to soften the blow, and yet in the last moment as I find myself defending from his attack, I notice something…
That, surprisingly, his attack is not aimed at me.
In the end defending myself is unnecessary but still I move my head out of the way, the blade close and almost hitting his target which, from being so light and small, takes me a time to notice is gone.
"By love, by obsession, by greed, are you satisfied with how all came to be?" The creature swings the sword in the air back in its place on the ground with expertise, flowing smoothing and akin to his bulky size as if that thing did not weight a tone and was made of solid rock.
