Shadow Strike Tier 2

The system gave him a clue, the whisper of hope, and Shinra took it. His desire for more power, more reach even, in this tense situation was palpable. Maybe because he didn’t have time to think, or maybe because he was holding his short sword in one hand and his shadow blade in the other, but his need crystallised into one idea.

‘Shadow Katana,’ he thought, and his shadow wakizashi unformed and slid over the dragon short sword. The shadow was so dark, it was almost bright as it covered the sharp blade. First it moulded tightly around the blade, then the short sword burst into an exceptionally long black katana in his hand.

There was no time to think, as he gripped the new blade with two hands and swung down at the huge fireball upon him. The outer flames whipped around it, unaffected. When it reached the bright orange sphere within, it parted it like a wisp of silk. The blade touched an inner space that was a pale yellow, and it cut through with the light resistance of an apple.