Stanley grabbed his sword tightly, not letting it go. The sword was incredible, but the issue with it was that it would be incredible in anyone's hand.
So, if someone managed to take it away, he could only watch in stunned silence.
Stanley quickly ran away, not understanding what was happening here. Who was he fighting exactly? What was his powers?
Even as he thought he got out of the way, the sword still disappeared from his hand, leaving behind nothing.
Stanley frowned. Even running out of the way didn't help. His sword was simply gone. 'Where did it go?' he wondered.
He sensed danger once again and dodged. Thankfully, this he could dodge. Whatever the attack was, it went past him, crashing into the wall behind him. He looked back and saw a thin line on the wall as though something had just cut through it.
'What the hell is happening?' Stanley thought in a panic. 'Are there three people fighting me?'
