Kurt had already beco capable of discerning the monstrosity’s movents, which made it much easier to evade the wildly powerful blows it delivered.
And now, ard with his mories, both of his ho world and of the other echoes he had visited, he not only had an easier ti predicting the thing’s movents, but also had a general idea of its strengths and weaknesses.
And also the differences between that monster and the two others he had faced previously.
Kurt’s body was stronger, his reflexes had improved, and he had also acquired the natural ability to sharpen his senses, like a near-perfect hunter.
’I just need to be able to execute a perfect lunge...’ He thought, as he watched, from the top of a tree, the [ANTIBODY] spin in all directions, perplexed, not knowing where Kurt had gone.
Kurt descended from the tree, executing short, precise, coldly calculated jumps from branch to branch.
And when he touched the ground, he did so calmly and lightly.
Even the contact of his weight with the ground was no longer capable of causing noise, due to the amount of ti Kurt had spent evading his pursuer, and honing his skills.
’Who would have thought that spending so much ti on the run would make an expert at attacking from the shadows...’
Kurt had spent so much ti, when outside of that world, focused on learning to attack, accumulate strength, control the supernatural aspects of his abilities, that he had never been able to think about what would really make him a perfect assassin, or a thief, a rogue above. from any other of the stories or gas.
The fundantals.
The mory that flashed through Kurt’s mory at that mont made him shake his head, letting out a bitter laugh.
’Technique... I was such a fucking arrogant brat...’
As he thought and rembered, his body moved almost on its own, around the [ANTIBODY], in the distance.
Circling his opponent, without him being able to hear the movents of his feet, Kurt approached, calmly and calculatedly.
His hands went behind his back almost instinctively, reaching for the pair of obsidian daggers.
And when he felt their firm hilt being embraced by the palm of his hands, Kurt counted in his mind.
’One two three...’
He prepared one of the weapons in front of him, holding the handle between his thumb, index, and middle finger, and with a single, fluid movent, he threw the knife with all his strength towards the [ANTIBODY].
And in the next second, he began to run to the side, as silently as he could, and when he reached a distance he believed was safe enough, Kurt crouched down, compressing his entire body like a spring, trapping all the tension in his muscles. in his calves, and in the blink of an eye, he released all his potential energy in a burst of movent, which took his body towards the [ANTIBODY] exactly at the instant the creature noticed the dagger coming towards him.
Unable to decide which of the two to attack first, the monstrosity curled up in a ball, letting the obsidian blade bounce against its silver skin, and the possible blow from its opponent ricochet against the natural armor it possessed.
But that was where the aspects that Kurt had worked on for so many years of his life ca into play.
Even though they didn’t work well in that world, that red smoke, Kha’Ur’s soul, as the Essentium had called it - it was still strange to Kurt, to think that it could be the life force, the will of sothing extraterrestrial - had enhanced the Kurt’s physical capabilities to the limit of his humanity.
And Kurt’s strength was not sothing to be underestimated.
Instead of throwing a punch or a kick, Kurt took advantage of the fact that the [ANTIBODY] was curled up like that, and jumped at it, sliding through the fallen leaves, and tilting his own body backwards.
On impulse, Kurt grabbed the thing’s neck with both hands, and still carrying the force of that muscular explosion that generated his initial movent, he lifted the monster with all the strength he could accumulate in his arms, legs and torso.
And in a single move, he sent [ANTIBODY] crashing to the ground in a body slam that practically made the surrounding trees shake.
’Right... So this thing is tougher than the previous ones.’ Kurt thought, disappearing into the shadows again. ’But it’s still delicate and sensitive inside...’
A mischievous grin appeared on his lips, as he paid attention around the monster, and noticed that there were small pools of what appeared to be bluish blood on the ground.
And when the monster got up, standing up, Kurt’s smile grew even more, as he realized that that blue fluid was actually coming from the thing’s mouth.
***
Kurt had already understood that this would be a battle of attrition, so he decided to conserve his strength, always attacking from where the creature least expected it, and, when night fell, this ti, Kurt didn’t sleep.
On the contrary, he spent the entire night awake, preparing traps wherever he went, so that the next day could mark the harbinger of his pursuer’s downfall.
And when the sun rose, strangely enough, Kurt noticed that there wasn’t much of that red mist covering the ground anymore.
’Either I’ve already breathed almost all of this shit, or my ti here is more than numbered...’ Kurt thought.
And as if to confirm his argunt, in front of him, the [ANTIBODY] appeared, walking slowly, as if it didn’t care so much about the battle this ti.
That, or for the first ti, things were afraid...
Kurt threw one of the daggers at the monster, which, already familiar with the previous day’s movent, simply took a step to the side, assuming a defensive posture, in which he could grab his opponent, if he got too close, preventing Kurt from carrying out his actions. the sa body slam.
However, with an expression that resembled surprise and stupefaction, the creature looked in the direction Kurt was supposed to be arriving, not seeing his opponent there.
Kurt was grinning widely, standing exactly in the sa place where he had thrown the dagger.
"Let’s see if you can handle this..."
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