Holly moved even faster now, like he had limitless stamina he'd been conserving. Not that it made much difference; he'd been faster than Halo from the start.
Holly's smaller frame worked against Halo. He needed perfect timing for his attacks, but before he could even complete one, the kid had already used his momentum to land three or four strikes.
It was like trying to catch a cockroach, annoying and frustrating in equal measure.
But Shadow of Death kept his cool. He just needed to land one hit. Holly could clearly finish him anytime, the kid was toying with him, enjoying the hunt.
He planned to use Holly's overconfidence against him and make the kid's arrogance his undoing. Then he'd finally get answers about why Northern Mist wanted them.
Holly laughed, but Halo endured.
When he attacked, Holly just hopped onto his arm like it was nothing, feather-light. It made no sense: how could something so weightless deliver bone-breaking force?
