Hundreds of massive golden-white spears formed above the stage, and then they descended.
Orion looked up. The sky was gone, and only the divine spears remained. He grinned again, but this time blood had already appeared at the corner of his mouth. The pressure of the dominion was forcing his injuries to reopen, and every time he changed stars too quickly, his body screamed in protest.
Still, he stepped forward.
"Seven-Star Revolving Body."
Seven stars lit up inside him at once, and he moved into the falling spearfield. The first spear grazed his shoulder, the second pierced through the starlight around his arm, and the third tore open a wound on his thigh.
Yet Orion kept moving. He punched one spear apart, kicked another aside, broke a third with his elbow, and smashed through the fourth with his shoulder. Starlight burst from his body over and over, and each time he should have slowed, he forced another star to rotate into position.
