Julius's lowered his stance, his calm expression giving way to one of sharpened focus.
The creature exploded forward.
Julius's lips parted.
"[Bloodflow]."
Veins lit up across his skin in crimson streaks, pulsing as his eyes gleamed red.
He pivoted cleanly to the left, his rapier snapping up to meet the creature's claws. Sparks burst from the clash.
With a subtle shift of weight, Julius expertly redirected the creature's momentum, sending it flying.
But it twisted mid air, landed hard, and skidded across the dirt. The instant it stopped, it snarled and lunged again, only for the same thing to happen.
Once more, Julius shifted his stance, diverted the charge, and sent it crashing across the battlefield.
Then again.
And again.
Each time, the result was the same.
No matter how wildly the creature attacked, Julius didn't break a sweat.
He moved like a dancer and the creature couldn't even graze him.
Clap. Clap.
