Alex laughed in his mind, as the gunshots flew out of the shadow dome, doing no damage to him, and crashing through the windows that led outside and into the walls.
He manipulated the shadows around the man into small, sharp blades, and started giving ever so small cuts across his body. The cuts were minuscule and were not enough to threaten his life.
But as they piled up, and the blood began pooling around the man, he felt his sanity slowly seep out of his mind, following his blood out of his body.
"SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!" the man shouted, emptying his magazine.
As he reloaded, he heard a voice in his ear whisper, "As you wish."
And then a sharp pain pierced his back, going through him and coming out of his stomach. As he looked down, all he saw was a black blade, made of shadows, that slid back out of him.
He fell to his knees, feeling his life slip away.
"What the fuck are y—"
