But that was just a theory, a theory that Beam didn't know how to apply.
The creature continued to cut off Beam's escape routes, through a series of charging, and through slowly walking him down. He was soon pinned against the cliff, an irritated look on his face, as his body continued to tremble in dismay. His sword arm quivered as though afflicted by the cold of the wind.
Beam eyed it, looking for an opening. He just wanted one counterattack. That was the only plan in his mind now. The creature was outrageously fast.
WHAP!
Another fist crashed into the wall behind Beam. This one cut his cheek as it flew past. Beam wasn't sure whether he was getting slower, or whether the creature was getting faster.
His counterattack after that swinging fist was lacking. Normally, due to his superior speed, his counterattacks came like an instinct. They swung themselves without him having to think about it.
