"You are an incarnation," Solarius said, and now there was respect in his voice. "No mere blessed mortal could wound me as such."
He straightened.
"I acknowledge you."
Suddenly, three more Solarius appeared, flanking Finn from different angles.
Illusions? Afterimages? Divine multiplication?
All four immediately burst forward, moving simultaneously as they swung their swords in perfect coordination.
Finn activated [Frame Skip] to quickly evade, but one of the four Solarius anticipated the direction, waiting with his blade swinging where he predicted Finn would appear.
Finn felt the edge bite into his shoulder as he materialized, cutting through the simple robe he wore. Blood welled, spurting forth from the wound instantly.
He bit his lips in agony, weaving away with more frame skips. The pain of the wound brought a surge of clarity to his thoughts as he moved.
