The samurai slammed Peter in the face again. Peter realized he was quickly 
losing the ability to feel the blows. The samurai coiled back for another punch. 
He smiled again, and three long blades emerged from the edge of the man’s fist,
turning his hand into a living weapon. The samurai jabbed that hand toward 
Peter, and the blades rushed closer. Peter, struggling to remain conscious, 
thrust his hand up and knocked the blow aside. Then came a strange sensation as 
something seemed to slip away from his body. The samurai’s eyes grew wide.
Suddenly there was a troll beneath him. Breena must have let the spell down.