Ishiki twisted his body at the last possible instant.
The jian's blade stabbed into the stone wall where his chest had been a fraction of a second earlier. Purple flames erupted from the point of impact, but soon subsided.
'So he can even control the flames... that's insane.' ' Ishiki thought as he rolled away.
He came up in a crouch, the bladeless tachi ready in his hands. His wound screamed protest—the half-healed gash in his side felt like it was tearing open with every movement, sending spikes of agony through his torso.
But pain was irrelevant in front of survival.
The skeleton withdrew the jian from the wall and turned to face him, those hollow eye sockets tracked his movements very effectively.
Previously when he bumped into the wall he realized the reason why the skeleton didn't come inside earlier. It was because the wall mechanism was not so simple or it would have been exposed long ago.
