Northern remained motionless for a couple of beats, then relinquished his grip on the Mortal Blade, allowing it to disintegrate into black sparks.
He swung both arms forward in arcing motions, two daggers materializing as they whipped through the air.
Then he crossed them before his body, clutching two sharp, crude-looking daggers that appeared ravenous for blood.
The atmosphere seemed to thicken as Northern and Mr. Fluffy awaited the approaching horde of Bulfors.
Their thunderous footfalls caused the very ground beneath Northern and Mr. Fluffy to tremble violently, as if an earthquake were imminent. Or perhaps it was one.
Northern's fingers tightened around the hilts of both stilettos, his gaze locked on the oncoming horde.
His azure eyes gleamed subtly as his eyeballs flitted swiftly from one target to the next – as they advanced.
"Yosh!"
In an instant, Northern had identified six initial monsters he would deal a deathblow.
