Raizen's blades flickered again.
Gold light tried to rise along the edges, tried to crawl up the metal like it used to…And then it faded out, like someone pinched the spark between two fingers.
And the Nyxes kept coming. They moved through rain and fog – refusing to stay still. A few of them still burned with faint gilded residue from Enya's slaughter, but the rest looked mostly untouched. And hungrier than before
And Kenzo stood between them and Raizen like he actually wanted to do something about it. He had Enya thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. One hand kept her steady by the back of her chestplate. The other held his hammer, heavy enough that Raizen still didn't understand how it could be held with one hand.
Kenzo's smile didn't match the battlefield.
"Hah!" he said, loud enough to cut through the battle cries and the snapping of vines. "Told you babysitting a weapon ain't easy!"
Raizen didn't laugh.
