The short swords snapped back into Azel's hands before they could reach Feng.
The air cracked as the weapons answered his will, streaks of frost lingering in their wake before they settled neatly into his palms as though they had never left.
"These are nice," Azel muttered, testing their balance with a casual spin.
It was like holding Thor's hammers in real life.
Really nice.
Alas he couldn't brag about it since it was normal here.
Feng's legs nearly gave way beneath him.
His heart still hammered in his chest, his vision trembling from the adrenaline.
He had seen his death in those blades, inevitable and absolute, the kind of death you couldn't argue with.
For an instant, he thought he had been cut from the world.
When Azel turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised in lazy question, Feng nearly fainted.
"Did you really think I would kill you?" Azel's tone was even, but his gaze sharpened.
Feng's throat bobbed as he gulped.
'OF COURSE I DID!' he screamed inwardly.
