The sudden crackle of energy around his blade didn't even make Zechs flinch. Nor did the terrible sound of the ghost as it was struck by the blade, its wounded cry a horrible thing. It made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, but no further projectiles were thrown in their direction.

For the moment.

Zechs straightened, and turned, glancing over his shoulder at Koumyou. A small, slightly dangerous smirk played on his lips. "Thank you. That's a useful trick."