"Do you understand now?" I asked, lowering my sword as if there was no much deal left. "I have… too many patterns."
As if human, the Sentry let out a composure that suggested that it processed the words. It lasted for a full second before it lunged again, with twice its initial speed.
I already foresaw it was going to be the next action of the Sentry.
Having observed as it gulped deep into its mind the words I had spoken, I knew it was going to act to teach me my place… as it thought.
I knew that the more desperate it became, the easier it was to read.
And then—it struck.
Its strikes, though fast, carried a slight imbalance, like that of someone impaled. At the same time, it also revealed the evolving frustration in the demonic artifact, which made it sloppy in microscopic moments.
But even in this tension, my resolve had already cooked me enough to be able to exploit the moments.
