The light swords hovered in a perfect ring around Miranda, their radiant edges humming with violent energy.
Miranda's eyes flickered with determination, and she suddenly swiped her fingers through the air.
Shhhhrreeeooom!
The ten blades of light shot forward at terrifying speed, slicing through the air like divine retribution aimed straight at Harry.
They moved in a synchronized storm of deadly arcs—each one charged with enough power to cleave through stone, steel, and bone alike.
But Harry didn't flinch.
The moment the swords closed in, he moved.
His body leaned forward as his hands finally slipped out from his pockets.
He swiftly pulled out his daggers, their curved, sleek blade glinting under the light.
He dashed forward—straight toward the oncoming barrage.
Miranda's eyes widened slightly. 'He's not running away?'
Wind screamed around them as Harry met the first two swords head-on.
Clang—Zzzzzhh!
With fluid, arcing swings, he struck the two leading blades of light.
