Shadow Slave

Kurt moved with terrible speed, covering the distance between the center of the arena and the first row of the seats, where Sunny and Master Jet were, in a split second.

Just from the way he moved, it was easy to tell that his soul core had been fully saturated a long time ago. He was indeed a powerful Awakened.

…Still, it wasn't enough time to summon a Memory.

The white sparks that were supposed to form into a glaive were just starting to manifest themselves around Jet's hand, but he was already upon her. One of Kurt's hands shot forward, a knife forged out of a strange lusterless alloy appearing in it as if out of nowhere.

The was no magic involved in its sudden appearance, though. The knife had just been hidden in a secret sheath on his forearm.

Of course, Master Jet was much faster. She blocked the strike before it could ever reach her flesh… at the last moment, however, Kurt twisted his wrist and let go of the handle, sending the knife flying past her.

…Right at Sunny.

He had barely any time to react.

The Cruel Sight was still in the process of being summoned, so Sunny used his other hand to try and swat the knife away. It jerked up, but then froze.

'No, wrong!'

A fraction of a second too late, Sunny realized that the knife was not aimed at his body.

It was aimed at his shadow.

And since he had wasted precious time being mistaken about the killer's intentions, it was too late to move his body away to make the shadow shift out of harm's way.

Luckily, Sunny's shadow could move on its own.

It suddenly went out of the sink with his movements and jumped away, letting the knife bury itself in the floor and send a net of cracks through the sturdy synthwood boards.

Shaken, Sunny belatedly jumped back.

'What is this…'

attack, most likely. To Kurt's misfortune, though, he had met a fighter well-versed in all

attack. Her fist seemed to teleport forward, tearing through the air so fast that it sent

the

Jet and Sunny. Their purpose was

Ascended, one for Sunny, and the last one

and summoned the shadow to wrap itself around his body, feeling his strength and speed become even more

'Not… not too bad…'

tore this

He's planning

a dark smile

the next moment, something massive broke through the floorboards

shadow grow smaller. A fourth knife appeared out of nowhere and pierced

Kurt clicked his tongue.

"...So annoying."

thing that crawled

out of it, each ending in three terrifying curved

felt angry at

Echo… curses, of course he has

else would the bastard frequent the Slaughterhouse

he had to guess, he would be willing to bet that the creature was at least of the Fallen Rank, and

the arena meant

vicious-looking curved sword appeared in Kurt's

jagged blade, drops of poison falling from it and leaving smoldering holes on the floor; the other was like a repulsive mix of a human and a pale centipede, its limbs numerous and thin

worried… Soul Reaper, though, seemed unperturbed.

probably capable of handling the Echoes without too much trouble, even if one of them was a Fallen Demon

be able to do so while also paying attention to her shadow, though? That was not something

dancing shadows and dashed forward… while Sunny

the easier it was for Sunny to get to him,

the killer's eyes, and brought

so the almost non-existent distance between the

his curved sword. Although he was incredibly fast, Sunny was much, much faster. He moved the Cruel Sight and blocked the strike without

'Easy…'