"Tch, that was close," Chris muttered, his breath shaky. The wings of the shadow variant moved at the last moment, swiping across with unnatural fluidity to deflect his dual stab. Crimson blood shifted and reshaped from the variant's skin like molten wax, forming into sharp, wicked spikes that launched toward Chris without delay.
Chris didn't even blink. With a practiced motion born of countless battles, he teleported away, reappearing behind Dual Blade just in time to avoid being skewered. The air where he had stood split apart with a sharp hiss, and the spikes buried themselves in the ground, steaming with corrosive residue.
