[Crap. Three? He was having enough trouble with one! But that first slice across his back snaps him out of that brief shock. And there are five more swords left. He brings his gun up - but he doesn’t know which is the real one and which is a copy - he needs to aim, but that slice along his arm throws it off. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Another cuts at his left arm just above the elbow - the prosthetic takes some damage but he can still feel the control there. Another across his left thigh as he tries to jump and doge the flurry of blade descending upon him. The fifth cuts shallowly across his midsection and he just barely misses the last - tumbling and rolling away from the demon.
He stays crouched a moment. Panting heavily as if having just run a marathon - even though it had only lasted a few moments. He moves to stand. Wincing as the cuts burn and weaving slightly.
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He stays crouched a moment. Panting heavily as if having just run a marathon - even though it had only lasted a few moments. He moves to stand. Wincing as the cuts burn and weaving slightly.
Shit.]