The Spider-Centaur exploded into motion.
Its eight legs propelled it across the frozen ground in a blur of silver and steel. Its four blades carved intersecting arcs through the air—a high slash from the upper right, a low thrust from the lower left, a sweeping cut from the upper left, a reverse grip stab from the lower right. All four attacks arrived within a heartbeat of each other.
Kaito sidestepped the high slash and parried the low thrust. The upper left cut whistled past his ear. The reverse stab grazed his ribs. He spun away, his own blade flashing in a counter that the Spider-Centaur blocked without looking, one of its four arms redirecting his strike into the path of another.
