With his back turned to the bandit, the thin, snow-skinned man twisted his joints around completely, reversing the direction his arms faced and guarding against the attack.
Lawrence's elbows popped and reversed, his shoulders rolled and rotated, completely allowing his arms freedom to defend his back.
"What the–?!" Dingo let out.
In an abhorrent orchestra of cracking and popping sounds, the head of the mysterious, jester adventurer spun around as his neck twisted, facing the man with his smiling expression.
"Do I scare you? I have a tendency to do that, I'm afraid," Lawrence said.
Dingo couldn't get the words out of his throat as his eyes widened with horror at the sight of the twisting man. This opportune moment was seized as Lawrence's joints shifted back to their normal state before the eccentric adventurer spun around and slashed his blade across the bandit's chest.
"Ghh-!" Dingo winced.
