Step. Step. Step.
Adam approached Rosana, who stared at him with great frown. Her face was pale, she spent a lot of energy trying to inflict at least one serious wound on Adam, yet it didn't happen.
'Shit, Arnoth...? Who the fuck is he talking about?' Rosana gritted her teeth, climbing out of the ruined tree. 'Whatever, even if he seems too strong, he has to have a weak spot, doesn't he?'
With a slight nod, Rosana decided to change tactics. Speed and regeneration didn't work against Adam, meaning she needed strength and a suitable weapon.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
All the blood and jaws in one stream headed towards Rosana's right hand, taking the form of a great sword of constantly flowing blood and snapping jaws arranged along the blade.
Adam lifted his chin, unimpressed.
"You know, when I first saw a regenerative monster, I thought it was cool. I mean, you can't lose if you can heal any wound in a moment, right?
