The stench of blood began to fill my nostrils, adding to the discomfort the extra blades clashing audibly in the distance gave. I gripped Argos tightly, taking a deep breath into my lungs, steeling the manifestation of Lucifer's divinity and allowing it to deaden my nerves into the increasingly familiar cold logic state.
Warmth filled my body as I felt Lucifer's power slowly begin to heal my injured leg, allowing me to tentatively place more weight on it. I could not pretend to understand how Lucifer's divinity healed me whilst in this state, especially considering that if I held it for too long, it would begin to destroy me. None the less I chose not question the good fortune. I just hoped that it had enough time to do its job...
"7 o'clock!" Lucifer shouted into my mind, interrupting my brief meditation. Spinning to my right in order to favor my good leg, I swept my blades edge cleanly into the spear of a rather bizarre looking woman.
