Michael allowed Derinju to rest for a moment before attacking again. He had proved a worthy adversary, with his new, strange weapon, but he would never win. His own blades, his Klironos, were well known in all the worlds for their agility, as he was know for his deadly skill with them. They extended almost 2 feet off of where they attached to his forearms, his second hands. He was almost more comfortable using them than his own fingers. It was rare to see them off his arms. Michael lunged at Derinju again.