The Beasts alerted as they saw Sezel advancing towards them. Two of the Flesh Reapers flanked to both sides, their movements a synchronized, deadly dance, and attacked at the same time—a coordinated pincer attack that spoke of an intelligence far beyond their mindless nature.
Sezel skidded to a halt, his boots scraping against the hard, rocky ground, and turned towards one of them, his back deliberately exposed to the other.
His puppet rushed in and intercepted the monster coming for his unprotected back.
As the beast on Sezel's front launched itself and closed the distance with a terrifying blur of motion, Sezel ducked down, his body a coiled spring. The moment the creature's head was just above him, he raised the sword, its cold steel piercing right through the beast's neck with a wet, sickening sound.
