Purple and yellow trajectories tangled around the spinning Ian, drawing chaotic spirals in the air. They were the arcs created by the black sword in his right hand and the Light Sword in his left.
Thrum, thrum -
The black sword hummed fiercely enough to make his palm vibrate, baring its fangs with even greater ferocity as if unwilling to let the Platinum Claws outperform it. It was also drawing in more chaos power as a result, but Ian didn't try to stop it.
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