A thin blue luminicent line of condensed energy exploded out of Stark's sword with a terrifying force, charging right at the mimic.
It's dark eyes glowed blue, reflecting the light just as it was moments away from splitting it in half.
But before the attack coukd land, the mimic put all its strength into survival—it flaped its wings with as much force as it could and jumped to the side.
Swish!
Whispering ash tore right through its left wing, before cleaving into the forest behind it. The mimic hand managed to survive, but just barely.
Blood was rushing out of the large wound as it screeched in pain, locking its angry eyes on Stark as spittle dripped down its mouth.
Stark was not slowing down, he had already lifted his sword, readying himself for a follow up attack.
At the same time, Shifu was charging forward, hoping to make use of the opportunity he had created.
