Before Calon can pivot, the katana strikes in a precise flurry.
The first blow disarms him, the gun clattering to the ground. The second sends a fiery line of pain across his ribs as the blade tears through his side . Each strike is calculated, not wild or frenzied but surgical. The shadow user moves with a lethal grace that speaks of years of experience and a complete mastery of his ability. His darkness coil protectively around him, making him nearly untouchable.
Calon staggers, his enhanced hearing doing little more than broadcasting his attackers every precise movement, his form melting briefly into a nearby patch of shadow before reemerging behind Calon. The katana flashes again, striking with a speed and accuracy that robs Calon of any hope of retaliation.
Calon stumbles backward, his breath ragged, leaving a trail of blood on the concrete floor. His body feels heavy, the searing agony in his wounds making every movement a herculean effort. He collapses to his knees, his hearing picking up the faint sound of the man's steady, unrushed movement as he slowly steps forward. The shadow user stops inches away, his katana poised at Calon's throat, the faint edge of shadow dancing along it's blade like a living entity. The shadow user voice is calm almost bored. "Your hearing is impressive," he says his voice devoid of praise. " But against me it's meaningless. A level- two support ability, it's child's toy in a world like this."
Calon tried to speak but his words catch in his throat, his vision swimming.