Bab 213: • Too Close To Death, Too Far From Trust

"A featherpen?" Monk man said plainly. "How resourceful. The manner in which you have turned it into some kind of dancing arrow has caught my interest. But I don't think you'd be alive to answer my questions."

Two vines lashed out at Spheris, and he [Whispered] out of the way from both attacks, standing defiantly after.

"Very well," Monk man frowned. "I can summon more of my minions."

And certainly, more zombie marshals ejected out of trees, muttering unspeakable words and wielding pistolets.

"At least... Your death shall be memorable."

Mini-arrows and vines continued their attacks. [Whispering Sprint] instantly activated and Spheris exploded into speeding shadows. He tossed the featherpen into the air, grabbed it then threw it into action.