"Shit!" Jinn stumbled backward as his vision darkened, fully blinded by the substance the beast had vomited.
Still—he could track the creature's eidra with his mechanical eye. Against the black haze, a dark violet glow marked its location.
The eidra closed in.
Jinn raised his blade just in time.
*Clang!
Their weapons clashed, the force of the strike jarring his arms.
He wanted to drive his sword into the ground, unleash a crimson storm like he had during training with Hector—but there were too many eidra nearby—too many people.
If he did it, they'd all be caught in the blast.
So Jinn kept defending. The beast shrieked and swung again.
He listened—focused on the sound of air whipping around the sword, matching its speed with the signature his mechanical eye picked up.
*Clang!
Jinn parried the blow, then countered with a fast slash.
Again and again, he kept this rhythm, hoping his vision would clear.
But it didn't.
The black haze remained.
