Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Goliath moved with amazing speed; his agility was like that of a cat, his strength akin to an elephant. Every step he took caused the concrete floor to crack slightly beneath his feet, and every attack carried the entire weight of his enormous body.
His face remained covered by a thin piece of rag, resembling a handkerchief with two holes punctured in it to serve as eyeholes. As the Goliath moved, the rag flared every now and then, ruffling in the wind.
The old man stood behind, his twig-like body gently swaying in the waves created by the battle in front of him.
His sunken eyes made him look eyeless, as if they were just two empty sockets on his face. His browless face was currently furrowed, but it was hard to tell if this was due to the movement of his overly wrinkled face or if he was truly furrowing his brows.
However, the slight frown on his lips hinted at the true situation. He was surprised.
