Wuwu swung at his opponent again, only to be dodged. They quickly slid into invisibility again, and Wuwu felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. A dagger. Not only was this opponent hard to see, they also used the cover of invisibility to hide their hands and weapons. It would be very hard to just dodge them, and hitting them would be even harder. He needed to focus.
He closed his eyes and time seemed to stand still. Every sound was amplified, every single movement felt electric. Soon the world seemed to lose color again, and fill itself with red. Yet he suppressed it, eliminated his rage with and inner calmness he could only reach after reaching the peak of rage (mostly against the Mad Hatter). Color faded in again, and everything was clearer than ever. He heard the wind being cut by a thrown blade, so he swung at it. He deflected it perfectly. Then two more sounds. He contorted his body and let them pass through. Then, a rustling of grass. He stabbed at it, and hit flesh: the enemy had avoided the worst part, but their arm took a shallow cut.
"Your reactions, they are inhuman" they said, almost afraid "No opponent has seen through my pattern so easily. Seems I'm gonna have to get serious"
They were no longer invisible, and dropped their stance. Suddenly, they started running, so fast it seemed to create several afterimages around him. Wuwu focused his sight. He would find the real one, easy. And yet… They all seemed to be real. The rustling of the light boots against the grass. The movements of their wraparound cloak. Even the jingle of the moving knife. All of them had it. It was like they were all real.
Wuwu just decided he would have to hit them all, and swung widely through three of them. He felt his blade cut through cloth and flesh, yet the images dissipated. Were they actually real? Suddenly, he felt the sound of three knives through the air. He managed to dodge two of them, but one of them stuck to his arm. Strangely, he didn't feel pain… just tiredness. His eyes grew heavy. Poison!
He shifted his focus inward. He could feel his whole body, all his organs, his veins. He focused on it, and slowly purged the poison out. When he opened his eyes, his opponent was gone.