The Phantom Lord turned smoothly, twisting its whole body at the waist in a way that defied normal anatomy. Dark, shadowy tendrils shot out from its armor. Each whip ended in a sharp blade made of solid darkness.
'Analyze. What do I know?'
The right tendrils lashed out, cutting off every escape route.
'It's a Phantom-type. Reality warper. Close-range fighter. Armor is probably its weak point; too much focus on defense means...'
Kai slammed the floor with both hands. The concrete moved like water, and then sharp spikes of metal and rock shot up in a curve, blocking seven of the eight tendrils. The last one got through, leaving a burning cut across his shoulder.
Kai hissed in pain but didn't stop moving. He shaped the metal bar to make a crude spear and threw it right at the Phantom Lord's center mass.
The Echo's mirror-face shifted slightly… was that surprise? And then deflected the spear with one armored hand. But doing that left a gap in its defense.
