The first saber came in low right after the fist that had thrown him away.
He saw it for half a heartbeat—arc sweeping across knee height in the hungry committed sweep— and he leapt away
He only cleared the blade by inches.
In the air he reversed his right dagger, drove it down through the saber-Titan's wrist where the was thinnest. The blade sank to the hilt, the Titan's hand was separated off, crystalline fragments showered the cathedral hollow's broken stone.
The saber clattered down.
Phei landed in a crouch, pivoted and caught the saber off the ground in his left hand by reflex.
A halberd descended where his back had been a half-second ago.
KKKRAKK.
The hollow's stone exploded outward in a six-foot crater. Fragments scoured the back of his fabric and opened a long horizontal cut from his right shoulder blade to his left ribs.
The ground itself shifted.
