The monsters kept coming at me, but their hesitation was obvious.
Moments ago they were charging more confidently. Now? They crept forward, slower, —because apparently my magnificent display had finally reached whatever tiny, brain cell they had left.
"SHRRIEK!" A group of Granado variants came rushing in.
I met them head-on—spinning, slashing, piercing, thrusting my weapon in the most basic, no-nonsense way possible. No fancy shadow tricks this time. Just plain, efficient martial arts.
Although it wasn't nearly as powerful as my Shadow-Expanded style, I was still getting kills left and right—clean hits, monsters dropping like they'd been waiting their whole lives for someone to put them out of their misery.
Slowly, the number of monsters started to shrink. Some fell completely, shredded by my attacks. Others hesitated, unsure if they should keep coming.
