Daniel breathed heavily, blood dripping down his clothes and weapon. Even though he didn't sustain many injuries from his foes, Daniel felt he'd been thrown into a mixer. Shallow cuts covered his entire body.
"Maybe I shouldn't have fooled around this much with my Sword Aura," He murmured, a chuckle escaping his lips.
It might have been comprehensive to try a wide variety of things with his Sword Aura, but it wasn't harmless. The aura wasn't solid under normal circumstances and required a mental command to transform into razor-sharp blades and swords, but it was also oddly sharp in its smooth condition.
Daniel realized that when he shrouded his entire body in the Sword Aura, he'd accumulated from the energy influx he'd obtained in the last few fights. The Sword Aura cut mercilessly into his flesh when Daniel lowered his guard. The moment his concentration burst, Daniel was cut dozens of times.
