This was the first time Azrael was in a space like this, as such, he needed some time to get adjusted to the differences. There wasn't any wind that could indicate from where his foe was going to appear or how it would change its trajectory. The ground wasn't slippery, nor was it rugged, these were small details that impacted any person's fighting abilities.
Naturally, the Ashfeather wasn't going to let its foe become familiar with the space before attacking. Its form soared through the void of space, hurtling towards Azrael like a missile.
His eyes narrowed briefly, managing to dodge the attack by a hair's breadth.
'Did it get faster?' He noticed.
'No, it's just that up until now I have yet to fight one at peak power, since the corrupted monsters are still living beings, they are impacted by things like accumulated injuries, hunger and thirst. It's not surprising that the ones I fought before weren't at their best.'
