Surprised as well as horrified, that was the look I was looking forward to.
Like an injured east, the mage backed off while trying to stuff his intestine back in his body, while the Knight, who was taking it easy till now suddenly activated her bloodline, turning into mist, and slashing at my throat.
With a clang, her strike was deflected easily by me, but the most I could protect was my neck, the rest of the body still ended up gaining multiple slash marks, which bled profusely. "Wonderful," I say to the woman who had turned into a mist, surrounding me in her grasp. And in truth, none of my attacks would have worked on her, in such a misty state, if not for the transparent blade that had appeared in my hand at some time.
