The shadows wrapped themselves around the incandescent flames, and the flames raged to drive them away. Among that, Feu flew in with his long spear, and with a single swing, aimed at Chi's neck as the sharp dark tendrils of shadows clawed at his skin. The very ground beneath his feet was melting and wasting away, yet the shadows remained as solid as stone, as flexible as flesh, and as cold as ice.
With the mad grin still covering her beautiful and pale face, Chi deflected Feu's spear with her sword and, without wasting a second, stepped through the shadows, emerged between his legs, and aimed a stab at his guts. That all happened in just a fraction of a second, not enough time for even the nervous signal to travel from the eyes to the brain, but Feu was already operating at a higher level than mere mortals.
