Brysen pierces the boy through the lung. Blood bleeds out of his mouth. Missed the killer, but how? Not sure how the man detected the blade without seeing it. 360 degree vision? Maybe. Felt no resistance, so no extrasensory barrier. The killer has increased the distance between the two again. First was ten feet. Now thirty feet. The distance of his original sword swing. Perhaps, the killer is afraid of close range? Still oblivious to true nature of his power. Will use that against him. He felt a tiny pang of guilt for killing the child, but he has seen worst. Hostages don’t work on a man who sees death every day. His thoughts are on slaying the evil before him. Everything else is irrelevant. 

Brysen extends the length of the sword in his hand, much like before he hides the true length by warping the light around the sword, making the blade invisible. It grows to a gargantuan size, that of a bus in girth and length. He, under the disguise of a little girl, attacks furiously with the weightless blade in a flurry of strikes. The hydra heads approaching him are decapitated in an instant by an invisible sword. He strikes again. Again and again. This time he does not let the man fly around unhindered. He swings furiously cutting of his escape. His limbs. His arms. All ripe and exquisite. targets.