Simon cut off Devour and threw himself sideways.
The violet spark shot along the current he had been drawing toward his chest.
He swept the Chaos Blade across its path.
Light scraped the black edge, slipped past it, and burned a line beneath his collarbone. His lower wings struck the air, dragging him clear before the spark bloomed.
BOOOOOOM!
A violet column tore through the place he had occupied.
Simon landed on one knee, coughing. His next breath came roughly enough to hurt, and the one after it was little better.
That thing had almost entered him with the energy keeping him alive.
'Bastard.'
He stood, pulling the blade close.
Above, the shield remained intact.
He had struck it with everything he could gather. Attacked its edges. Changed direction behind fire and shadow. Tried to find an opening through which the Chaos Blade could reach the eyes.
Nothing had worked.
Meanwhile, the attacks had become more precise.
