Those around us were all Juvenile to us by many
degrees. It was like slaughtering
incompetent novices. They were all well
trained, even Masters of the art of the weapon each carried, but they could not
perceive the blinding speed with which we attacked. I parried an attack from my left and then
stabbed the Palag through its neck before it realized its blade had even been
deflected. Then I quickly yanked it
free, coated in black blood, before the Palag I had stabbed in the neck began
to fall, parried another blade among the mass either chopping or stabbing at
me, and another and another and another, much faster than the thought,
operating on muscle memory alone, before finding the barest sliver of a moment
to strike back. While my Cumosachi wove
a defensive ring of steel around me to my right, and my cane-sword danced the
same caper to those on my left, as I swung the cane-sword back to parry yet
another attack I let my arm slip out to its farthest reach and the tip of the
blade opened the great black teardrop shaped eye of one of the Palag whose
blades I had just parried there. As the
Palag staggered back my cane-sword cavorted on, and the opening the Palag had
left in the ring around us was filled with the next eager attacker. They came
blithely on.
My Cumosachi Katana, though longer and heavier, moved with a
grace that seemed to be animated by the blade itself. The balance of the Cumosachi was unmatched by
any weapon I had ever held, excepting only possibly, the blade I had given my
son, and it moved as with a life of its own, floating, weaving and buoyant
among the blades besieging me, occasionally darting out to sever hands, nick
the great black teardrop shaped eyes, or even liberate completely their
overlarge heads with a deft slice at their thin, scrawny appearing necks.
Sonafi, smaller and more nimble than I, and fighting with
her shorter weapons, was often away from my back as she literally danced among
the attacking Palag, I trying to maintain our proximity only to find her once
again beside me and expecting me to parry blades that were descending on her as
she slipped under one or another of my arms to slice the unsuspecting Palag in
front of me.
No two humans could have fought the way we did. We could not view all of our attackers all at
once. They came from everywhere all at once
but not in a coordinated attack that we might fight them in a systematic
manner. We picked our targets on a most
imperative basis, but it was all instinctual, autonomous and reflexive. We did not have time to think, to
calculate. We had to act in the
now. Their blades fell from every
direction, and we fought them like the demented beings that we were.
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