Griar leaned backwards, avoiding the undead's singular claw as it extended for the other end of the room and through the furniture and walls themselves, cutting right through everything in its path without encountering even the smallest bit of resistance.
Everything was cleanly sliced through. The attack wasn't quick enough to catch Griar off guard, but he knew to be wary. This could have been a probing attack. For all he knew, the undead might just be able to swing much faster than this.
The living took a step back as the claw retracted into the pale corpse's right index finger.
"Nice dodge"
'...Does he only have one claw? Can it only come out of his index finger? Can it come out of his other index finger?'
Griar thought quickly before boosting his speed with wind, picking up one of the steel tables of the kitchen and flinging it directly at the undead.
