"Stupid sword." Killian hissed.
"You are only tracking heat signatures, aren't you?"
Not that he knew any other way for a weapon to tell that he wasn't an enemy. It had one instruction based on the situation of its wielder. Kill everything but her on sight.
The sword's response to Killian's words was swirling round in a spot, and generating fire power enough to scorch through a tree.
Killian looked down at the Void Shield still active, a faint tendril threading his body and only expanding to eat.
The Onyx charged forward, keeping the velocity it charged at. The heat around the weapon was stifling and Killian knew not dodging would be the most reckless move.
'Let's just test it.' He tried to convince himself as the weapon burned through the air towards him.
The tendrils wrapped tighter around his arm and chest, forming a thin, dark barrier that pulsed. With the way it covered his body, Killian knew it predicted the affected area of the sword when it met his skin.
CLANK!
