More Jumpers closed in, their clawed limbs scraping against the ground as they lunged through the air.
Luck controlled his breathing.
Their speed made them hard to track, but predictable once they were midair.
Raising his blade, instinct took over as his body moved on its own.
Slash. Slash. Parry. Counter. Evade. Slash.
Three fell instantly, bodies split clean through.
Shots rang out —sharp, and powerful. Kana. Each arrow she fired hit its mark, keeping the ones on his blind side off him.
One jumper came from the right, mouth wide, teeth stained dark.
Luck spun, cutting it clean in half before it touched him. Blood sprayed across his coat, but it did not stop his momentum.
Another arrow whizzed past his shoulder and hit a second one mid-leap.
"Nice shot!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Kana didn't answer—too focused.
But he noticed the line forming behind the other side.
More infected were crawling over the rooftops, surrounding the base.
