If it was time that was needed for him to buy, he took the opportunity to draw the dragoon's entire focus. He stepped right up into the parasite-controlled man's face before quickly ducking down.
As predicted, a swipe came for his head, only hitting air as he already moved himself out of the way.
'It's somewhat smart, but it's still a bug–it's mainly operating on instinct. It'll hit whatever it sees, closest to it,' Finn analyzed, glancing up briefly to see the bloodstained armor in front of him.
The spear was brought down, bringing the swift assassin to slip between the dragoon's legs. As he jumped back up to his feet, the wind whistled against his ears; a telling sign.
Before even seeing it, he jumped back as the pressure from the spinning strike brushed against his body, landing on his hands before flipping back onto his feet.
