He raised his swords, feeling their familiar weight in his hands.
"Second movement: Quarter Moon."
His swords came alive instantly.
Each movement left afterimages in the air, trails of cutting aura that lingered for a fraction of a second after the blades passed. Like silver quarter moons suspended in the rain.
He struck.
An arrow was deflected to his right.
Then another, broken in two.
Then three with a single circular motion, their ice fragments falling like rain around him.
The residual images did the rest, slicing through several projectiles without him even needing to touch them directly, cutting them into fine dust.
But as he blocked another arrow...
*Crack.*
A sound echoed in his arms, his eyes widened...
"Shit… the aftereffects of Sundering Eclipse."
