Deflects

D pushed the gate open. All at once, the wind buffeted him. The moonlight
scattered, and the forest wailed. Shredded leaves
whirled around D like a cyclone. Fine lines of vermilion raced across his
pallid cheeks. The foliage had become razor-sharp fragments of steel that
slashed his skin.

Like great black wings, the hem of his coat spread, whistling as it dropped
again. Every bit of airborne foliage was batted away, and they imbedded
themselves in the ground.

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