Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170125023531/@comment-26444332-20170218005917

Instantly, he loses all feeling in his arm as a blue saber neatly dips out of the smoke and passes through his wrist, scissoring through the air like a boomerang to land in the Queen's outstretched palm. Two slashes later, Claz finds his feet have left cracks in the ground from the skids made by the force of the blow.

The three sabers are now suspended in the air, blades pointing down, gently rotating around her. Blue, purple, and black.

'I admit, this isn't a natural ability like yours,' she says regretfully. 'But it's effective nonetheless.'