The Day Before Day 0 Asme (2)
Ramiel moved his head a few millimeters. A split second later, he heard the characteristic high, screeching sound of air being torn apart by the whip's tip. The attack was as deadly and painful as possible, but he seemed unfazed. He kept a stony face, mentally prepared for another dodge.
The horned beauty aimed at his right foot this time, but the former hunter knew in advance.
" Too slow and too predictable. " - Ramiel said calmly and took two steps back. Then, with a deft flick of his wrist, he set the sword in motion and drew two arcs. The blade snapped and destroyed three projectiles of bloody ice aimed at his right thigh, shoulder, and neck.
The whip attack was only a deception. The real threat was the bloody ice projectiles hidden beneath the illusion. The former hunter had to give Asme a few points for ingenuity. That much would usually be enough to kill someone at their level, especially in the heat of battle, where it's easy to overlook details.