The Blade Type didn't hesitate to attack, twisting itself in abnormal shapes and patterns; then it rushed at me like flesh. 'Fast!' I threw my body sideways and smashed its blade away with my gauntlet, creating sparks and a deafening clang.
The edge caught the bottom of my jacket and shredded it clean off, stopping less than a hair from my ass.
It didn't seem to want me to counter.
By the time my feet landed, it was already attacking my left, even faster!
My arm moved on instinct, the gauntlet blade clashing against the bastard's shield as it rammed into me like a freight train. I skidded across the rooftop, boots dragging sparks, and my shoulder throbbing, yet I could feel it.
'It's weaker than me!'
I dropped low and rolled forward, trying to regain momentum. But it was already coming again—its blade dragging through the air in a reverse slash meant to cleave straight through my back.
I blocked with both arms. Sparks exploded.
