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His eyes flashed with power.

A Skill! I held back instantly, wanting as much distance between us to react.

He drew a circle in the air with his weapon and then pointing it towards me and whispering, "Four Flowering Petals."

My eyes widened.

That was my Skill.

Four attacks. Simultaneous. He didn't take a step towards me or strike at all, but my instincts screamed that four attacks were coming, and I just about saw the glimmer of red light before the firs struck. I tried to block it, bringing Crocea Mors up, but it slammed down onto my shoulder. Another caught me on my right, above my hip. The third scored my left, under my armpit – and the fourth cut a large gash into my thigh, dropping me to one knee.

They were impossibly fast. Impossible to block.

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My world shifted as the words over my head changed – stunning the Swordmaster fort a brief moment. That was all I needed to dig my sword down, push up onto unsteady feet and spin Crocea Mors in a circle.

"Four Flowering Petals," I hissed.

The man's eyes widened. The four attacks came just as fast, striking down from four angles at once, but, unlike with his attack, they didn't strike at his body. Instead, each blow rained down on his weapon, striking it twice on either side above the hilt, once on the tip and then a final time from below, directly up into his pommel. The weapon shattered in his hands, metal falling to the deck like glass from a broken mirror.