Tomb of the Blooming Blade (12)
"Ah… How amusing," We all chuckled in unison before getting serious.
As if the air around us began to the bend, the Bonebloom kid standing on his pile of corpses slowly backed away, only to firm his ground and raise his hand into the air.
The multitude of swords that floated around him doubled, allowing two swords to quickly chase after us with all their might.
Each one was sharper than the other, infinitely becoming more powerful the longer the fight began.
It was as if a blacksmith was sharpening the swords directly in the midst of the horrible bloodbath that was about to occur.
"Oh, I kind of like that sword," Cy muttered.
But… I'd say we were all holding our own as the sharpness couldn't affect us if we were never hit and something like a magic spell flying right at you in the midst of a battlefield was much faster than these puny things.