The Last Dance [part 3]

Northern felt like he now had a hang of it.

'No… this is not a feeling. There's so much in my head. So much. I feel so powerful with this much information'

He had no idea what was happening or why but more than ever before he knew what he wanted to do.

His muscles screamed for him to dive into the pool of attacks. Even though his chest stung badly, they heaved with excitement.

Northern had never thought he would fall in love with combat. In fact, while growing up he thought he'd use his smartness to avoid it at all cost and only engage monsters.

But now, he was filled with so much excitement that he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, consuming the battle styles of fellow humans.

He licked his lips at the thought of it.

With a roar of defiance, Night Terror recovered from another assault, its massive tail whipping through the air and slamming into Koll with the force of a battering ram.