(Early) Rapidly slashes at a Chimera

The claws are slashes-to-be, the fists, pommel strikes, and the tails, downward strikes. You evaluate your opponent. It is strong, it is fast, and the material of its weapons are of good quality.

Yet, as you’ve already determined, its skill in using them is lacking. You doubt it can parry, counter-attack, or lunge with any grace or subtlety.

You take a breath, filling your lungs and clearing your mind, and when your eyes reopen, you no longer feel any fear.

The Beast turns to you, bringing forward its blades, but you’ve already launched your assault.

One blade becomes two, then four, and then eight.

Your heart contracts.

They double thrice again.

Your heart expands.

The same occurs.

A storm of steel erupts from your hands and slams into the Beast.