Koll moved again. This time, however, Northern's eyes followed through. It was almost instantaneous; even though under Chaos Eyes, everything was slowed, Koll was still fast.
He looked like he was running at the usual speed of an actual athlete.
Which meant he would have been at least ten times faster than what Northern was seeing.
'No wonder I couldn't even see him.'
Northern hurriedly raised the black sword as Koll's claws swiped down. He deflected it in a spray of sparks.
He shifted one leg forward and, from behind—low—slashed up an attack across Koll's torso.
But the sword cut through empty air, and Koll softly landed on the ground, barefooted.
Northern narrowed his eyes.
'I didn't think this would be easy, but what is it with that speed of his? This guy is even faster than Cal.'
Once again, Koll moved, but not towards Northern; he went around.
