She didn't have time to try anything. Something shot out of the darkness, blurring into a streak of black. The figure passed by Slya, swinging hands that were segmented blades down at her. Instead of dodging, she retaliated.
She forged a sword so quickly it looked like it was already in her hand, along with a small shield above her. Everything happened simultaneously. The finger blades slammed into her shield, tore through it, and pain flared in her shoulder.
But something else hit the ground with a ping-thud!
Screaming followed as red-black blood splattered on the ground. Mawion's hand twitched where it lay severed. The shield she had created wasn't just to block the attack but to obscure the man's vision so she could counterattack.
