The shadow thorns fell like black rain.
Simon moved.
He didn't try to block them all. That would have been impossible. Instead, he threw himself sideways, and the first wave of thorns pierced the ice where he had been standing.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The ice shattered beneath them, sending white shards spinning into the air.
More thorns followed him.
They didn't fall in straight lines. They bent and curled through the air like serpents, changing direction to chase him wherever he went.
Simon swung the Chaos Blade.
SHHK!
Three thorns split apart and dissolved into black mist. He twisted his body and let two more slide past his chest, so close that they tore through his robe. A gust of wind pushed him upward, and a dozen thorns stabbed into the empty space beneath his feet.
But there were thousands of them.
One grazed his thigh.
Another punched through his left shoulder.
PUCHI!
