The change in the artromus was so sudden that anyone else might have hesitated, but Elio not only maintained his assault, he intensified it.
If the monster wanted to offer itself as a target, he would turn each second into a torrent of attacks.
But his eyes, glowing with that crimson radiance of enhanced perception, missed no detail.
The gleam in the Artromus's gaze betrayed its true intentions; this wasn't surrender, it was calculation.
With each connecting blow, with each falling point of resistance, that light in the monster's eyes intensified.
Realization struck Elio like lightning: the Artromus was waiting for frenzy.
Its resistance must have been multiplied by ten thanks to metamorphosis, Elio had been correct. Now the monster sought to combine both states.
Should he stop? Wait for metamorphosis to end?