Number twenty four's face paled visibly. He realized that his opponent was finally taking him seriously. He then raised his free hand and punched his chest. Number twenty four vomited a mouthful of blood. But the blood landed on his sword made of green screen of light. The screen of light seemed to take on a faint crimson hue.
The now crimson screen of light now seemed to have a second layer. Another sword appeared in number twenty four's hand. But the swords no longer looked transparent and glassy, instead they looked corporeal and emitted a faint bloody stench.
Almost at the same time this happened, the seven flying swords circled around him before attacking him at high speed and newfound power.
With a low yell, token number twenty four defended against eight flying swords simultaneously. Sparks and sounds of cracking glass resounded as a high speed fight took place.
