Third Person's POV
Ethan almost felt for a second as if it had been testing him before and now, it was done playing.
Ethan sprang up in a fraction of a second as his right hand tightened around the broken saber's hilt.
The shadow's form flickered and shifted in and out of sight, making its movements impossible to predict.
Ethan spun on his heel as his instincts screamed and he barely parried in time.
The dark figure's shadowy limb elongated unnaturally as a blackened claw formed in place of its missing weapon.
Ethan blocked with the saber's hilt but the force behind the strike sent him skidding back down the stairs.
Virelle clicked her tongue and shouted with wide eyes.
"Be careful, Brother Ethan!"
Blood threads shot forward from her fingertips and formed sharp spikes that aimed at the entity's core.
The shadow twisted unnaturally as the thorny threads passed by it but it avoided them with inhuman agility.
