The weapon tore free from the stone with a grinding shriek, whipping back through the air in a long, glowing arc that folded and reformed the instant it reached the stranger's outstretched hand, settling into the shape of a curved, segmented scythe. The transformation happened too fast for Jin to properly track, thread becoming blade becoming shaft in the span of a single heartbeat, and he understood, watching it settle into the stranger's grip, that this fight had already tilted away from anything he actually had practice against.
