Picking himself up from the broken mirrors, Damon rose just as a thin, invisible slice cut through the space he had been standing in.
A sharp sting of warning rippled down his spine.
He rolled aside, boots skidding across the slick surface, and sprinted along the floating mirrors.
"Lazarak, what's the plan..." Damon called out as he ducked beneath another slicing arc of light.
Lazarak twisted his body around several mirror shards that shot toward him like a volley of arrows, each one whistling past his face. His expression tightened with irritation.
"I'm working on it. You can't beat a domain without a domain except if you're completely crazy..."
Damon dropped into a slide just as the mirror seraph swooped down from above, its attack missing his head by a hair. He twisted, pushing up to his feet in one fluid motion.
"I'm crazy, and even I don't see myself doing that..." he shot back, dodging another slash from the creature.
