He then spread his arms upward and spun them slowly.
The air behind his back vibrated. Dozens of black spheres the size of fists manifested. They hummed with a low, menacing sound.
Hasya thrust his hands forward.
Sst sst sst sst!
The spheres fired straight black beams toward Fyar and his comrades.
"Can't be parried?!"
"it can!!"
Zaefal stepped to the front. He condensed dense purple Void energy onto his sword blade. He slashed right. Left. Right again.
Every black beam that touched his sword vanished, swallowed by the void. Zaefal kept running, clearing a path.
Behind him, Rasie moved in a zigzag. Her body was low, almost touching the ground. She dodged the remaining shots that slipped past Zaefal.
"Fuck!!!" cursed Rasie as one beam scorched the ground right next to her heel.
Sst!
Illya teleported. She appeared five meters directly above Hasya's head. Her hands were open, a glowing red magic circle ready to spew fire at close range.
