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…'

devious attack, most likely. To Kurt's misfortune, though, he

attack. Her fist seemed to teleport forward,

knife, he saturated his body with essence and lunged back, smashing through the velvet seats and momentarily appearing a dozen meters away. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was already moving again,

at terrible speed toward Master Jet and Sunny. Their purpose was not to kill or

one for Sunny, and the

knife and summoned the shadow to wrap itself around his body, feeling his strength and speed become even more enhanced. He dashed forward, and finally felt the cool wooden surface of the

'Not… not too bad…'

voice tore this thought

He's planning

she could finish the thought, a dark smile appeared on

moment, something massive broke through the floorboards and struck her… or at

easily sidestepped the attack and jumped back, then suddenly twisted, making her shadow grow smaller. A

Kurt clicked his tongue.

"...So annoying."

thing that crawled from under the

joints growing out of it, each ending in three terrifying curved claws. The towering thing was vaguely humanoid in shape, with broad shoulders and a

at his own

course

the bastard frequent

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

meant

appeared in Kurt's hands,

a 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

Reaper, though, seemed unperturbed. She simply raised her glaive and smiled darkly. The air in the

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

to her shadow, though? That was not

himself with dancing shadows and dashed forward… while Sunny simply took a step back, and suddenly appeared in

shadows the bastard used, the easier it was for Sunny to

in the

somber Memory was in the form of a short sword right now, so the almost non-existent distance between the two of them was not

incredibly fast, Sunny was much, much faster. He moved the Cruel Sight and blocked the

'Easy…'