Over his shoulder, a slicer surged at him, seemingly unnoticed, and I brought the sword back overhead with both hands as Rogue froze, eyeing me. In one swift motion, I hurled it past him, hitting the slicer dead in its heart, flinging it back several feet. Rogue’s head whipped around as it bolted past him, narrowly missing his left wing. When he turned back to me, his lips parted in shock, his eyes wide.
