Whoosh!
Noah sped towards the zombie with his sword drawn to his side, the expression on his face was ice cold, but his eyes were telling a story.
Lash after lash, tentacles spearheaded towards him, but just like with Mark, their speed diminished before reaching him. Noah adjusted his body before the speed of the attacks were even affected. Utilizing his sensory hairs, he realized he didn't even need to use his elusive skill at all.
What seemed to be effortless still didn't change the way Noah was feeling at the moment. He didn't feel the least excited as he did when he was anticipating the fight before. He just wanted something, anything that would distract his mind and that something just happened to be the zombie.
Their movements became a dance, Noah gracefully navigating through a barrage of attacks. It was a spectacle made possible by his skill, which hindered the zombie's control over its own body.
