Theron skipped and then flipped backward. Lines of Sword Mana crossed beneath his feet and over his head, overlapping and then separating as though tripwires were spontaneously spawning in the air. Just touching one of them would mean absolute death.
However, just as he spun through the air, his back arching and his legs straightening along the curve, another golden blade fell from above.
Theron crossed his sword over his chest, pressing his free palm against the flat of its blade.
BANG!
A projectile of blood came from Theron, spilling out like an arrow whizzing through the air. With his head curling back the way it was, he just managed to control the projectile of blood enough to deviate a spiderweb line of Sword Mana out of his way.
His skull survived the fate of being split in two down the length of his ears, and he completed his flip, landing on the ground and rebounding into a sprint instantly.
