Orion's eyes narrowed as he looked up, sensing something. He saw ten knives speeding toward him at incredible speed.
He swiftly used the wind to retreat, creating distance between himself and the knives.
"It's not that easy to get away from my knives," Michael smiled lightly.
At that moment, the knives that were falling suddenly changed direction and flew toward Orion, their speed skyrocketing.
Seeing this, Orion took off and flew in a random direction, the knives closely following behind him.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that Michael was also flying, staying just behind the knives, keeping a close distance.
'So, he needs to maintain a close distance to his knives to have this level of control,' Orion thought, suddenly swinging his sword and releasing a wave of wind, blowing the knives away.
