Julian's world narrowed to the gaunt, shrieking form of the monster. Every nerve was alight, not with mana, but with pure, honed instinct.
'The tentacles are its primary mid-range weapon. Pattern is erratic, but telegraphed by a slight shudder in its shoulders. Its core body is agile, but it prefers to keep distance.'
A tentacle speared towards his face. Julian didn't block, he flowed inside its trajectory, his left blade deflecting it just enough to miss as his right blade stabbed for the creature's neck. It contorted backwards with impossible flexibility, his blade scoring a deep gash across its collarbone instead. Black ichor welled.
'Regeneration is active. The wound is closing. Not instantaneous, but fast. Need a more decisive strike.'
