For the first time since the fight started, Ben's confident smirk faded.
'It seems I'm screwed.'
He did not think about backing down.
He barely had time to react before an attack shot toward him at point-blank range.
He twisted on instinct, but he was too slow.
SLASH!
A claw tore across his back.
Searing pain ran through his body.
Ben staggered forward and hissed through clenched teeth.
"You sneaky little shit."
They were not just fast.
They were everywhere.
Attacks came from every angle, always from his blind spots, always with perfect timing.
A thought clicked into place.
'Fine.
If blind spots are the problem, I'll just get rid of them.'
His body shifted at once.
Muscles twisted.
Skin split.
New eyes opened on the back of his head, along his shoulders, and even along his blade appendages.
For a moment, the flood of new vision overwhelmed him.
His sight fractured.
The battlefield turned into a mess of overlapping angles and perspectives.
'Damn it.
Focus.'
