Black Sand
He flipped himself back just as the blade passed by his head, only landing with a slight wobble as he felt the strength in his legs fading. It was a peculiar feeling; like nausea, only intensified and more unpredictable.
'It's something with his ability–it has to be. I can't focus, my mind is foggy and my body won't work properly–it's not normal,' he deduced.
However, it hardly seemed to be the case for the pale-haired predator, who happily engaged with the nameless killer.
"You're not very talkative, are you?" Crow asked as swept his cleaver for the man's abdomen, though missed by a margin.
There was no response as the imposing figure immediately retaliated, stepping in close.
Crow morphed his body into a slender, slithering form, slipping by the brutal stabs and slashes from the sinister man.
["Serpent Shift"]