He moved far too well for the size of his weapon. The blade should have dragged him. It did not. He spun with it, stepped with it, and let the momentum become its own kind of violence. A ghoul sprang from a balcony rail toward his blind side. He pivoted, caught it midair with the flat of the blade, then reversed the motion and slammed it into a nearby wall so hard the upper torso burst on impact.
"Too easy," he muttered.
Something bigger lunged from the alley mouth to his right. Long-limbed. Hunched. Spine plated with bony growths. A [Spinegnaw Ravener Brute Threat-level], all jaws and muscle and speed.
The boy's grin widened.
"Now that's more like it."
He stepped in. Orange mana ribbons coiled around the greatsword. The weapon rose over one shoulder.
Then fell.
"Sundering Descent."
The road boomed. Asphalt shattered. The Ravener disappeared beneath a blast of broken stone, steel, and blood.
Jagger barely had time to track one exchange before another opened somewhere else.
