'He can summon multiple.'
His figure blurred, evading each incoming strike. He used the killing intent as his guide, identifying each replica before swiftly severing their heads with precise slashes of his katana.
'They're coming back.'
He had already destroyed several, yet their numbers showed no sign of diminishing. Since only his bare katana could affect them, Atticus was unable to use his usual large scale will based attacks.
'I can't sustain this.'
He was expending will with every passing moment, while the replicas appeared endless. The only way to end this was to eliminate the source.
But…
'It's dangerous.'
Earlier, the man had deflected his surprise attack without any warning. Atticus hadn't perceived anything until his blade struck the replica, especially since there had been no killing intent to identify its presence.
He could just as easily be rushing into a blade.
'Then…'
Atticus came to an abrupt halt, suddenly lowering his weapon.
