The barrage of phantom swords was still hammering the cone from every direction while I sat inside, leaning back on my little throne, with my ice leg crossed over my knee, and I couldn't help but start giggling to myself.
[He's probably up there thinking he has me in the bag,] I thought, listening to the continuous Kabooms of redirected supersonic blades detonating a trench around me, while I sat perfectly comfortable in the eye of it all, working through my spell splicing like a man reorganizing his desk.
