He Who Bears Lightning
Chills crawled down his spine as he realized the gravity of the situation.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
His demeanor grew grim as evasion grew harder and harder.
Each time he tried, she managed to foresee exactly how he was going to try and evade herattack.
The worst part was that the speed of her sword style was greatly heightened by muscle memory.
He could tell.
She didn't need to think when executing even the most complicated combination of attacks. Normally, the mind guided and coordinated such attacks to ensure accuracy and precision were adequate.
However, this slowed down the frequency and speed of coordinated successive movements.
The body was faster than the mind.