As the Gorebeast flew past him, the onlookers caught their breaths. To them, it had merely been an adept display at dodging. It was only Tolsey and Lombard that was able to see what was going on below the surface. Lombard more so than Tolsey.
The two shared a look, before their eyes returned to the battlefield.
Beam could feel his hands tingling, as he turned away from the Gorebeast behind him, to acknowledge the two approaching from the front. He was a bit faster now, that much seemed to be true. But just as his speed was available, there was also a sluggishness to his body – albeit to a much lesser degree than his speed – that he found difficult to navigate.
He created his opportunity with his trusty misdirection skill, that he had spent so long working on. He raised his sword up over his shoulder, feigning an overhead slash on the Gorebeast. The animal clocked the strike long in advance, and adjusted itself so that it would manage to dodge it, and secure a strike of its own.