The short daggers were firmly wielded. Their blades were polished, silver coldness honed for destruction, for swift deaths.
The blades' lethalness was further significantly improved by Spencer's Wind Manipulation, where every strike should have been delivered with a normal flex of the wrists or hands, wind currents propelled the blades, and increased the power of the thrusts.
The first attack was aimed at Syril's torso, a powerful wind and dagger strike seeking Syril's flesh.
Syril didn't tremor, he simply shifted aside, letting Spencer hit nothing but the air.
"You piece of shit! How can you be that fast?! You're only a kid, you shouldn't have much control over your ability yet!" Spencer lamented, furious that he was wasting his energy without landing a strike.
