Another projectile shot toward his shoulder.
Ivor lifted his sword and deflected it. A second ball followed immediately after. This one struck his forearm guard instead of the blade, sending a painful vibration through his arm as the metal sphere bounced away.
The chamber did not slow.
More balls fired from the walls. Some came high toward his head. Others shot low toward his legs.
Several arrived nearly at the same time from opposite directions. Ivor adjusted his stance slightly, keeping his feet close together inside the circle. His sword moved constantly now, redirecting the projectiles whenever possible. When a deflection was not possible, he relied on small shifts of his torso or shoulders to let the metal spheres pass by him.
Even so, he was not able to avoid every ball despite using his Soul Sense.
One ball struck his upper arm.
Another slammed against his ribs.
The impacts were heavy and painful. The chamber clearly allowed damage, but it expected him to endure it.
