He was pressed by multiple members of Mortis, forcing him to shuffle backwards as his boots sifted through the shallow pond. The black-masked killers lunged at him, one tossing knives, one pressuring him with rapid strikes of their dual daggers, and another staying back, unleashing hazardous spells.
Zero moved carefully and deliberately while remaining quick on his feet, using his sword to deflect the aggressive slashes of the foremost member. At the same time, he ducked and spun around incoming projectiles while simultaneously dancing around conjured shadows that attempted to root his feet in place.
'--While my left is paralyzed, I have to use my right to swing my sword. I don't have a chance right now to remove this necklace. Hah, this is bad,' he thought, focusing up though unable to ignore the ignition of his own enjoyment.
