The ground cracked beneath Vell's feet as he shifted, his body moving with a speed that defied the monster's calculations. He appeared behind it, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he watched it sail through the air, its momentum carrying it further than intended.
"Too slow," he taunted, his voice laced with a mocking edge. He could sense its confusion, its frantic attempts to reorient itself mid-air. It was a predictable pattern, one he'd seen before—the desperate scramble of a speed-based fighter when its advantage was nullified.
The monster twisted, managing to land on its feet but stumbling slightly as it tried to regain its balance. Its compound eyes darted around, searching for him, its antennae quivering with agitation. "W-where…?" it muttered, its voice laced with a hint of panic.
