DN - Paper Blades

A few books from the upper shelves slide themselves out of their spots in little trails of dust. She must not care about them that much, or maybe they were decoys, but whatever the case, they open up and fall apart. Every sheet of paper neatly pulls away from the binding. A fluttering swarm of loose leafs circle the room above us. The flock stops and hangs in the air for a moment, the papers all go flat and hard.

“Oh shit,” says Codex, voice thick.

The sheets dive at us like spinning razors. Calamity tumbles away as they tha-thu-thunk inches deep into the hard floor. Kinetiq’s got a field of superheated air above them that incinerates a few, and Codex, well, Codex’s got me laying across him, shoulders hunched against the razor gale.

They cut against my back, my legs, my shoulders. They barely break the outer seal on my suit and cape, but Codex gets one in the leg where his calf stuck out between my own. A spurt of crimson, and he hisses in pain. The razor hail stops, and as soon as I’m sure there’s nothing else coming down I let him scoot out from under me to clamp his hands on the wound.

- Sovereign, Chapter 21