"Crap! I was noticed!?", thought Fell with an ugly grimace on his face. But it was too late, and his current strike was the same as an arrow that had already left the bow it was knocked from, impossible to retract it after being lunch forward.
The tip of his sword, piercing through the air, advanced at an alarming rate toward the elder's neck. But the monstrosity seemed prepared for the youth's surprise attack and didn't move an inch from his position. A corpse exploded, yet again, and one of the bloodied streams parted toward the back of the elder, swiftly parrying Fell's blow before continuing forward to engulf him.
The moment Fell felt the strength of the bloody streams against his sword. A terrifying feeling sank in his heart, and a sensation akin to being washed out in the middle of the ocean took over his body. He managed to shift his weight to his right leg, and using the parry's strength, he executed a spin and managed to brush the attack to the side.
