Haze moved with a swift and sudden grace, evading the strike at the last possible moment.
With a fluid, serpentine twist, he turned his head and his body followed suit, his feet pivoting in a precise and controlled movement that allowed him to slip out of the way of the blade.
The tentacle, its sinuous form twisting through the air, struck out at its target with vicious force.
Yet, in a display of remarkable agility and timing, Haze was no longer where the tentacle had anticipated.
He had slipped away from danger by a hair's breadth.
The tip of the tentacle whipped through the space where Haze's head had just been, passing inches away from its intended victim with a sharp, serpentine hiss.
Haze's body sagged slightly as he exhaled, the tension draining from his muscles as he surveyed the scene with a new sense of relief.
