ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ ᴍᴀɴᴇᴛ
He’s expecting resistance when his blade makes contact. The momentum ought to be slowed by the flesh of these creatures, but it never happens. Rather, as soon as he thinks he’s made contact, his target disappears. It is no more than smoke wafting in the air, slowly dissipating as Sinbad watches.
Is that how it is, then? They aren’t living creatures at all, but illusions brought forth by magic. The question then becomes, whose magic brings them to life? There is no immediate answer, unless…
"Can’t kill what isn’t alive," he points out, "but one of them might be."
So he says, but each one he hits vanishes like the first. Three, four, five illusions are revealed, bringing them closer and closer to the “real” one - but not close enough. Not fast enough, which prompts Sinbad to call out to his partner, "Look out! This is gonna get dangerous."
(As if it wasn’t dangerous in the first place.)
What Finn does with that warning is up to him. Sin isn’t about to change his plans if he doesn’t move back, and honestly, he’s not sure he expects him to. As long as he’s careful, he should be fine… and as long as Sin can control this to a decent extent. He’s gotten better at it, so it shouldn’t be a problem (he thinks, he hopes).
"Baal!"
The blade’s eight-pointed star shines as a name is bellowed into the night. A crack of thunder follows, and then - lightning. Not from the sky, but from the metal surface of Sinbad’s sword, radiating outward like a halo as he spins in a tight circle. Each creature that touches it disappears in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a few tendrils of smoke. The lightning doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to take out a decent number of them in a single move.
As for what’s left… he looks back to Finn to see how he’s holding up, though has no doubt it’s going nearly as well on his front.
Racking up his own count, he turned to face his ally at those mysterious words. One of them might be alive? He swept his gaze across them, watching their movements, trying to find eyes within the blackness of their faces. If they possessed sight, which he assumed they must, they had to have only been pupils blended with the rest of their features so finely that they couldn't be spotted. And yet, Finn was catching on to what Sinbad had meant. They were being controlled by someone.
With that in mind, he couldn't help but wonder if it was even possible. It wasn't a question of who, but where. No. How. The only kind of magic this could have been would be some sort of spirit raising one. Perhaps the magician had summoned dead souls to do their bidding- it would explain the independent movement and sentience each creature held.
"Maybe they're up a tree somewhere?"
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With the alert given, his eyes widened at the sight of lightening erupting from his weapon. Not only was he a sword fighter, but he could do magic as well. This certainly beat Finn's ability. Ducking, he dodged the lash of electricity as it whipped overhead, taking out three of the shadow men that had been approaching him from his back and even more surrounding the pair.
When it had waned, he stood to his feet and gazed around, finally catching Sinbad's eye. "Totally vicious, dude. I wish mine could do that." With his arm raised, he pointed towards the direction behind his fellow fighter. "Four left." Though they were a slight distance away. Nothing dire. "You think they respawn once we beat 'em all?"










