Theron unleashed one combination attack after another, attacking twice as fast as the cyclops just to keep up with its two clubs. And when he was too slow, he settled for combat tactics only the greatest of experts could execute.
He used attack in place of defense, he deviated the path of one club to obstruct the other, he struck at weak points, forcing the cyclops to recover in windows it could have otherwise countered.
By the second dozen of exchanges, Theron had completely comprehended the attack pattern of the cyclops, his eyes shining brighter and brighter as he began to walk it down.
One step after another, he pressured the creature, his blade moving faster and faster.
Arcs of black and blue filled the air, so sharp the wind separated and howled all at once.
BOOM.
The cyclops took a heavy step back.
BOOM.
And another.
BOOM.
And yet another.
Chi. Chi. Chi.
