The ghoul leapt from the seating area and back onto the field, assuming a much more feral posture as he began to run like a four-legged animal through the overgrown grass, dodging blades of wind with worrying agility.
Arching in on Griar with a claw swipe that claimed a few short strands of his hair, the living counterattacked by landing punch straight to the undead's sternum, throwing the corpse backwards, but the crushing of more bones did not seem to impede him in any way.
"Ahah… You're just going to tire yourself… At the first sign of fatigue, I'll rip out your liver and eat it right in front of you"
The ghoul surged forward again, his clawing growing more rapid and erratic, leaving little room for Griar to strike back at him.
'Did he get faster?' Griar barely managed to move his head before one of his eyes was stabbed by a claw.
'Mmh… The claw he fired earlier is still gone… Is he baiting me, or is it truly not going to regrow any time soon?'
