Dragon-kissed
A barrage of ice shurikens hurtled towards Temujin.
“I am without fear,” Temujin muttered the mantra for Pyō, the Great Thunderbolt, to help him focus all his energy.
From where his belly should be under his Slayer uniform, an intense bright light appeared to rise in sync with his breathing. At the same time, he made shoulder reels with his kurasi-gama, twisting his body left and right with the blazing scythe and chain swishing in front of him, each turn linked and flowing into the other like one continuous spin; a veritable force field of fire. The scythe had also been swallowed by a blue fireball, which kept making this loud whooshing sound like a creature with huge wings. In the dim arena
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