Grey's eyes went ice cold. He already knew exactly how to battle Amunet. He wouldn't be caught off guard again.
His tower shield shrank down to a bracelet once again, his palm opening up to reveal his second fang dagger.
His blood blades crossed in front of his body, the rapier slipped right through as though they didn't have a form, but Grey reacted like he hadn't noticed, slashing down.
His eyes reflected a cold crimson. He didn't even flinch as the blade approached his neck, and just when it seemed it would sever his head from his shoulders, it passed through him.
At the same time, his blades cut across nothing but air.
Grey spun around as Amunet passed through him, his foot stomping out in a front kick that landed solidly on her back.
She stumbled forward.
Grey could have sent her flying again, but he didn't. He tried to vanish into flickering shadows again. He once again didn't flinch when the attempt failed.
He slashed down toward her back.
