Shadows of the Lost
She merely clenched her fists on the swords the moment Hail swung it at her, and just like his former attacks, it, too, vanished, though smokes puffed out of the mistress’s palm, a sizzling sound echoing in the air around them.
“It’s getting crowded, isn’t it?” whispered the mistress, looking over her shoulder to see Kleint and two of Hail’s clones stuck in a battle of swords. Every time there were lapses and it seemed that he’d be overpowered by the two, he would trap himself in a three-dimensional square, and Hail’s sword would shatter into pieces as it collided to it, which he replenished with his own water and fire.
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