"Come at me, bald freak."
The creature extended its arms into blade-like forms and charged at Halo.
Shadow of Death grimaced but met it with similar intensity.
Halo was forced into defensive mode immediately. He moved evasively, staying clear of the creature's erratic attacks. They lacked any clear intent, as if the creature had never fought before.
Its attacks came from everywhere, impossible to predict and nearly impossible to dodge. The creature could manipulate every cell in its body, constantly sprouting additional blades from the ones already formed.
On the contrary, Halo would have been terrified by the creature's body manipulation and maybe even accepted defeat since it could easily regenerate. But now, with Beelzebub, he knew he'd be fine. Even the slightest touch would be enough.
He submitted entirely to defense against the creature's relentless assault. One reckless move could be the end of him. He needed to remain calm.
