He has two arms; one is normal in length, and it holds a sword, while the other only reaches the elbow, dangling there from his shoulder.
If other people see the creature, they will feel repulsed and look down at him, but not Mara. She knew she could not underestimate it.
Despite his deformed body, it could move with such strength and speed, one that could even hurt her.
Mara dashed forward, her muscles tensed as she threw a punch toward the creature's face.
But the creature, with a bizarre motion, dodged; its head moved like a snail coming out from its housing. Its neck became longer, moving past Mara, then turned around, opening its sharp row of teeth, wanting to bite into her.
At the same time, his hand that held the sword thrust forward, targeting her chest. Looking at the situation, Mara knew she could not completely dodge both.
