Blitz watched Raphael from the air with flat, cold eyes. The phantom visions had dissolved completely. The fear that hadn't belonged to him was gone.
"Do whatever you have left."
He dispersed again, a single motion, the body splitting into droplets, the blood tide rolling outward toward Raphael across the stairwell floor.
The form left him vulnerable to Death Sentence accumulation, he was aware of that, but the complete immunity to physical attack made it the better option at this stage of the fight. It had worked so far.
Raphael pulled the revolver and fired without hesitation. Silver rounds punched into the advancing wave, each one producing a brief sharp flash of burning where it passed through, and then passed through, hitting the stone wall behind, the contact too short to do real damage.
