3 shrike blades

Count Lee’s daughter had called D exactly the same thing once.
Three flashes of black shot from his right hip. One flew over D’s head,
arced, and came at him from the rear. One zipped right along the ground,
clipping every blade of grass it touched until it turned up at his feet and shot
toward his armpit. And one came straight at the Hunter as a distraction.
Each was a shrike-blade unleashed on a different course with breathtaking
speed. However …

All of Rei-Ginsei’s murderous implements were knocked out of the air
with a beautiful sound.

A pained cry of “Ah” could be heard from the bushes, as Rei-Ginsei’s
left hand was severed at the elbow. It flew through the air, a candle still held
tight in its fist. D, who’d rushed to where Rei-Ginsei had landed the
moment he’d fended off the three attacks, had chopped it off.

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