Stanley was in the zone. His body moved with the grace of a dancer, weaving in through the incoming attacks that he had already known was going to happen.
His sword flickered, moving so smoothly with each attack that it didn't even look like it weighed anything.
Numerous cuts appeared on the two limbs of the Crawler with each second passing.
Stanley had at some point stopped caring about paying attention to the battle entirely. He wasn't even paying attention to Crawler itself.
He was simply dodging the attacks with minimal movement, based on what his power of foresight was showing him.
He moved to the right with his eyes closed, slicing the limb as it fell next to him. The mud slapped on his face, but he had known that.
He cut the limb twice and even managed to cut off a chunk of it before jumping on top of it to dodge the second limb while attacking the first one.
