The weapon—a null blade, carved an arc through the air, its wicked edge seeking flesh. And it found it. It just didn’t belong to Saeris. Onyx let out an agonized yelp, dropping to the ground, and Orious let out a victorious whoop. The fox had darted in front of the blade, ruining his opportunity to end Saeris, but from the gleeful grin on his face, the seneschal didn’t care.
