He didn't like his odds or what he was facing at the moment. Still, Damon was not about to back out, especially since winning was within the realm of possibility.
[Magic bullet]
He was in the body of the Mirror Seraph, its attribute was mirror, so his magic bullets appeared as silver, marble-sized projectiles.
The arms that made up the body of the creature… the one that called itself The Murder-That-Wasn't were impaled with mirror fragments.
Blood pooled from the hundreds of arms that formed its grotesque body.
Damon raised his arm and locked the mana around him into a single large sword made of mirror.
Soft cracking sounds echoed as it began to crystallize, growing larger until the sword was complete.
[Magic Arsenal.]
The sword sped through the air with a boom as it rocketed through the shelves and passed right through the body of the creature.
It froze for a moment as the body parts that formed it were ripped and lacerated by the sword.
Screeeechhh.
