Luka licked his lips and surged forward just as the Battle Dummy finished scrambling to its feet.
It swung its sword wildly—
But Luka vanished.
A blur zipped across.
A shimmering decoy flickered into existence where Luka had just stood, taking the full brunt of the Battle Dummy's wild strikes.
It didn't hesitate—it kept swinging, slashing again and again at the illusion.
Then Luka reappeared.
Behind it.
Without pause, he threw his entire body forward, slamming into the Battle Dummy's back and driving it through the decoy.
The illusion disappeared, and the Battle Dummy crashed face-first to the floor.
Luka climbed on top, planting a foot on its sword arm to pin it down.
The Battle Dummy thrashed beneath him—wood creaking, limbs jerking—but he didn't let up.
With his Soulreaper Dagger clenched tight, he went for the neck.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
Black mist hissed with every cut.
The Battle Dummy writhed, spasming violently, trying to rise—
