Nyx had no intellectual thinking of its own.
All it knew was that its master was in danger, and that the source of that danger had to be eliminated.
Like an autonomous shadow, Nyx moved on the offensive. Its claws lashed out, only to be met by one of the troupe members' swords.
Clang——!
The impact rang out as sparks burst from the clash. The man staggered, his arm shaking from the force behind it.
"Fuck… that's heavy."
"Idiot. Look out!"
Nyx moved again, faster this time, moving like a blur of black. Its limbs twisted unnaturally as it closed the distance in an instant. Another heavy slash came down.
Clang! Clang!
The troupe member barely held on, his blade grinding against Nyx's claws as the pressure mounted. The others quickly moved in to support, rushing in from the sides.
"Surround it!"
Steel flashed.
Blades came from every direction, aiming to overwhelm it through numbers. But the moment they struck…
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Every hit bounced off.
