[Archer's eyes go wide when one of the blades just disappears. It takes away a bit of the strain and the pain that is now a constant somewhere deep inside. The pain, once dulled, is nothing to fear. The way his ability turns against him is. Now past the initial panic and shock he's slowly regaining his wits.]

I'm not sure if I can. [not with blades sticking out of his shoulderblades and back.]

Right after I- gave you the last spear. It already started- when I projected the sword- to rend the ayakashi. [Archer narrows his eyes in thought. Now his analytics instincts kick in he's starting to think out loud. While his sentences are kept short and broken by pauses he does manage to speak.] By then I ceased, thinking it will- stop if I don't try to- bring any weapons.