The shadow muttered,
And,
"Isn't that right?" It questioned, gazing back at that shadowy figure behind itself.
It was none other than Ken, who had somehow manoeuvred to leap high enough to reach it after getting away from that barrage of those truck sized crimson nails.
Consequently, from the right ends of his abdomen, his entire right leg had vanished, with his left arm, while his darkened blood poured out of him, profusely.
SHING-!
The sword in his grip devoured light to let out a strange white shine that glimmered in a cold glint before the sword flickered down at the shadow.
"Vertica-cough srlash!" He exclaimed, coughed put blood.
A thin vertical arc immediately manifested right at the shadow's face,
Yet
Stepping to the side, it turned to evade the slash by a hair's breadth as the sword art's threaded slash soon uncoiled from the arc,
FRRRRRRROOOOM!!!