blocks dagger

D didn’t move. Even with his ultra-keen senses, he couldn’t tell where
Benge was. As the saying went, Benge’s voice came out of thin air.
“Well, then,” Benge said, “I guess it’s my turn now.”

D’s right hand moved ever so slightly. Two flashes of light gleamed, and
sparks flew from the base of D’s neck with the most beautiful sound. Benge
had stabbed down at D with a dagger after he suddenly materialized behind
the Hunter, and the sparks resulted from that dagger being parried by the
sword that flew back with just a simple movement of the Hunter’s hand.

The tip of D’s sword swept horizontally as he spun about, but there was no
sign of Benge. D kicked off the ground. Leaping five yards, as soon as he
touched down he leapt again. Unable to detect anyone, he touched back
down from his second leap. And then he heard it.

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