Assassin System in a Magical World

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Shinra, in a short amount of time, had metamorphosed into a completely different person. The most change had happened to his vision, and his ability to process data. Even now, as the dark Scimitar sliced towards him, his body was reacting to the output of Daemon prediction, while noticing that his core was brighter to his vampire eyes than the other Assassins were.

He half turned to avoid the scimitar thrust, then bobbed and weaved to keep from losing his head to the quick horizontal slash the attack changed into.

'This guy uses that huge sword like it is a fencing foil. I need to be careful.' He tried not to think about his wounded chest, his limp arm, or all the blood he'd lost. He jumped back into the hall, creating some space, but also letting the assassin out of the doorway where his swing was hampered.

Shinra noticed that his free hand was still tracing signs in the air, and that his midsection kept getting brighter. 'What sort of spell affects someone's belly, and why cast