Dodges and tags Oni Lee

Oni Lee. It had to be.

No sooner had I realized it than did the air shift again and a shadow loomed over me, and I leaned backwards and under the second swing of his knife. I watched it pass in front of my face, saw out of the corner of my eye one of Bakuda’s legs, mangled and broken, and after it had gone, I swung myself forward and lashed out again.

For a second time, my fist found home in his belly, and for a second time, he exploded into ash. Beneath me, Bakuda gave another cry of pain, because the motion had driven my knees back into her shoulders. I paid her little mind, because Oni Lee had already reappeared, was already getting ready to attack me, again.