It seemed like Summoner-D's campaign in the Dungeon was coming to an end.
The four fists lowered with unbreakable speed and smashed them—
Shiiiiiiiiiing!
Silver sang through the air.
It didn't smash them.
A figure spun between them and death like a storm unleashed—all whirling motion and gleaming steel and wind so sharp it left cuts on the air itself.
The figure moved with a speed that shouldn't have been possible, its blade tracing an arc of pure light through the dim cavern.
SHIIIIIIIIING!
The King Kong's hands were cleanly sliced from the rest of its arms.
Thick, black blood exploded through the cavern, spraying across the stone floor in a wave that would have knocked a lesser fighter off their feet. The severed hands crashed onto the ground, their fingers still twitching, still grasping at nothing.
The King Kong stumbled to the floor, wailing and groaning.
