"Focus, Red!" I shouted, slicing through a paper-soldier that dissolved into a messy splatter of black ink the moment my blade touched its chest.
"I'm trying to focus, Ren, but these things are like getting a thousand paper cuts from hell!" Red yelled back. She was dancing between two flat, two-dimensional knights that looked like they had been cut out of a storybook. Every time she swung her daggers, the blades made a sharp zip sound, tearing the parchment-like bodies of the enemies, but they didn't have organs or vitals to hit. They just kept flapping forward, their jagged paper swords whistling through the air with a terrifying, thin edge.
