Isaac inhaled deeply.
His senses were sharpening.
He adjusted immediately, shifting into a rhythm of attack and defense.
Blue lines guided his strikes. Red lines dictated his blocks.
But then something strange happened.
Some blue lines blinked out. Red lines shifted unpredictably.
Isaac narrowed his eyes.
'He can see them too… makes sense. He was a Sword God once. He must know this technique.'
The realization only made Isaac grip his sword tighter. He couldn't hold back. Not here. Not now.
Yet as he pressed forward, another grim realization came.
'What the hell is this? My stats are higher. Why is his sword still faster?'
The Sword God's body was slower, that much Isaac could tell.
But his sword…. it was impossibly quick.
It was a blur that outpaced Isaac despite everything. Combined with his endless variations of sword forms, the monster matched him step for step.
"Dammit," Isaac muttered under his breath. "My boost won't last forever."
