'Don't think. You think and you'll stop.'
Feather Step took me out of the floor of the pass and put me between White Feather and the flying blade with Frostfang raised. I had used a condensed mass of flame to fill in for the rest of the broken edge as I rushed forward.
The impact when it hit was nothing like hitting a weapon. It was nothing like hitting steel, or stone, or any dead thing I'd ever blocked before.
It pushed back with a very tenacious and terrifying intent rather than force. The blade hit Frostfang and recoiled and curved and came at me from the other side, fast and vicious and adjusting in real time, and I used Feather Step again, short jump, barely a breath of distance, and felt the wind of it pass through where my throat had been.
'Wait. Is this thing reading?'
I turned to track it, and that was when I saw the thing that broke the whole equation open.
The flying blade came at me low, angled for my ribs, a strike with nothing gentle in it.
