The hatchet cut through the air, spinning violently as shadows clung to its blade like a living shroud. Zerath's eyes flicked to it instantly. He was not expecting an attack like this.
"Hmph."
He twisted his wrist. The wind shifted. The air around the flying hatchet suddenly thickened, resistance slamming into it from all sides. Its speed dropped sharply. But not enough.
The shadow tightened. The hatchet curved midair, ignoring normal trajectory, slipping through the turbulent wind like a fish through water.
Zerath clicked his tongue and stepped aside. The blade grazed past his ribs, slicing flesh and drawing a thin line of dark blood before burying itself deep into a burning tree behind him.
"Tch."
At the same moment, Amon acted. Zerath's focus moved away from Amon. The wind prison loosened significantly. The shadows around Amon's body exploded outward.
