Attacking illusions

“A psychological attack? They’re using rather advanced abilities.” D
had already noticed that the rows of corpses cast no shadow.
“Long time no see, D. Never thought I’d find you here.” The bloated
corpse of a drowning victim, the only one that had been spared a staking,
stepped forward. It was the Vampire Hunter Geslin. Could the enemy be
trying to use some memory of this man as a way in, to project their illusions
into D’s mind?

“How about it, D? Can you cut us down?” Geslin’s right hand moved,
and white lightning brushed D’s cheek. Raindrops spattered the running
blood. “You can’t cut us with that sword of yours. But we can stick you
with our stakes.”

Wedges of wood glistened in the bloodied hands of the dead.
The needles of plain wood flying from D’s right hand passed through
the bodies of the dead and stuck in the barn wall behind them. Geslin
chortled. “What do you make of that, D? Is this the best you can do? Just
try it. Can’t you cut us down?”
“I can cut you.”

“What?!”
D’s eyes gave off a fierce red glare. Parrying all the nonexistent stakes
roaring towards him with a graceful movement, D charged into the very
center of the besieging horde of dead.

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