Sometimes life hits you like a truck (Part three)
Slash!
The purple one blocked my saber with its hand. The ones around us dropped like flies.
This one was fully indigo in color and there was no distinct pattern to its body. It had a head, two hands, and two legs. There was no skin. No organs on display: just pure streamlined body, like some kind of pervert.
"You… seem to be… different from …the rest." Its speech was kind of broken.
My saber started to violently shake as the black blade spun. The purple Kin backstepped in an instant.
Sparks flew.
The saber wasn't enough.
I sheathed my saber. Instead, I just focused on the sword and made blue plasma appear. White was out of the picture, and blue was my second strongest. And I needed all the piercing power I could get. Cause this purple thing was too hard.
I was running out of breath- not energy. This was weird, both the feeling and the actuality.