[What a strange feeling...]
[...When was the last time anyone physically overpowered me?]
Berkah felt his forearms throb in a sharp pain, as if his bones had been ground to dust from merely clashing blades with his foe, but the pain was soon washed away by his passive regenerative ability.
And yet, he stubbornly applied pressure to their clashing blades, the friction against their edges producing a screeching, cringe inducing sound.
"Fuuu..."
Just as he exhaled, a dozen of his shadow doppelgangers came rushing in from all sides, each of them targeting a vital spot on the being clad in black and white armour.
TINK! TINK!
Berkah had wondered why the being remained calm despite being threatened from all sides, but the sight of his shadows failing to penetrate his armour brought forth an explanation.
■■ Shadow Switch! ■■
Fwip! Fwip! Fwip!
