The warlord, though moving at a crawl, was just to his right, and locking Achak’s position in his mind, Tau fled Isihogo for the real world. His soul still somewhere between realms, Tau willed his arms to move, throwing up his swords to block two of the twelve hatchets chopping at him. Ten hatchets slammed into thin air like they’d hit a wall, the illusory blades matching the height and angle at which Tau’s swords had caught and collided with the real Achak’s actual weapons.
