Chapter 296 The Taste Of Freedom, Is The Liberation Of Fears
Northern's grin widened as he faced Krullgath, the icy air between them charged with the tension of what was to co.
It was like the monster could tell that things were about to take an intense and different turn.
The Chaos Eyes burned with an unworldly light, the glow mirrored in the predatory glint of Northern's gaze.
Northern right now was savoring the thought of how interesting this experience was going to be, and that alone was leaving a distorted grin on his face.
One that seed to increasingly piss off the Commander.
Krullgath tightened his grip on his bone ax. The White Walker's eyes narrowed, calculating and wary.
He took a cautious step forward, the heavy bone ax held aloft, poised for another devastating strike.
But suddenly, Northern was gone.
He surged forward in a zigzag trail, leaving confusing patterns of movent, yet fluid and swift with it.
His eyes parted into four different eyeballs while in motion—before Krullgath could even tell what was going on, his hand holding the ax flew into the air, rolling and then landing afar.
The Commander stared at him, dazed and dumbfounded.
He still had not recovered from his confusion just now from Northern's bizarre movent.
That was the source of everything.
That sudden movent of his along with his blinding speed had so disoriented the Commander that he didn't know where to attack; he didn't know what was the best course of defense either.
And that montary disorientation was all Northern needed to deal a devastating strike.
Thus leaving the Commander of the White Walker Guards with only one arm.
For a couple of seconds, Krullgath's face was etched with fear, his eyes quivering at the might of the human standing before him.
However, the White Walker suddenly seed to calm the next minute, and breathed.
Then he looked at his amputated hand; ice began to grow from it and grew so long, coalescing into a sharp tip. Then it hardened, exuding specks of ice like tiny shards of glass.
"I'm glad, I'm glad you still have those tricks up your sleeve. Else my little experint would have co to an end so quickly."
Krullgath's eyes hardened, the icy glint returning as he adjusted to his new weapon—a crystalline spear ford from his own essence.
He shifted his stance, lowering his body slightly, the ice weapon gleaming in the dim light of the hall.
Northern's grin grew wider, the Chaos Eyes flaring with anticipation.
"Shall we, brethren?"
Without warning, Krullgath lunged forward, his newly ford ice spear thrusting towards Northern's chest.
But Northern was ready, every detail, every twitch of muscle effortlessly played out before his eyes. It was almost like Krullgath's body movent was begging to be seen.
Northern easily sidestepped, the spear slicing through the air inches from his body.
In a fluid motion, Northern countered, his sword arcing downwards in a lethal strike aid at Krullgath's remaining arm.
But the White Walker was quicker this ti.
He twisted his body, the ice spear parrying Northern's blade with a resonant clash.
However, distracted by that clash, he didn't see that Northern was already hauling in a black stiletto from beneath.
Belatedly realizing, the White Walker furrowed his brow and imdiately Northern's stilettos bounced off.
Following the bounce back, Northern also gave space and landed a couple of ters away from the Commander.
He was glaring at him with an intense fury.
But Northern was not intimidated, not even in the slightest; if anything, he was enjoying this.
What he aid to do was quite simple. He wanted to make use of his two things, Chaos and Formless.
[Formless] had been sowhat useless since he didn't know his way around it.
But the first ti he used the heritage ability of Chaos, he felt like the reason it felt so natural to him was partly because of [Formless].
The faceless voice had also complinted his ability to easily get the demonstration of the sword.
If there was anything Northern knew about himself, it was the fact that wielding the sword had never been so easy for him.
Shin would always go, this should be easy, you should be able to do this, do that. But he just simply had no talent for it.
While that made him sad, he was also well aware that the sword was not the only path to strength, plus he didn't give up.
It was hard for him to pick up basic skills compared to other people, but he still kept at it.
Shin would give him basic drills, and they would spar, although sotis it was la enough to be called a joke.
However, those monts all put together have built a little bit of skill in him that he was able to at the very least hold a sword and swing it.
However, being able to copy Night Terror?
Nah, that had to co from [Formless].
Northern had totally missed that idea, and it was only clicking when he used the Chaos step, much after the voice complinted him.
So this exercise, sorry battle right now, Northern had thought of it as a good opportunity to see for himself what he could do by really pushing himself.
By leaving his comfort zone.
And it was beginning to get exciting. Really exciting.
Hell, he could even die anyti; Krullgath could get the better of him and everything he had worked for could vanish in that slight mont of mistake.
But right now, that fear didn't matter.
Northern was just brimming with so much excitent.
He smiled again as he straightened his back before the Commander and muttered,
"I just might get used to this..."
Again their clash resud.
Krullgath shot forward like a frenzied arrow, ca to an abrupt stop before Northern—in the ans expressing an insane level of speed control—he spun around, bringing the spear around in a wide sweep aid at Northern's legs.
Northern leaped back, the spear just missing his knees, and landed lightly, already moving to close the distance again.
Northern exhibited a quick and chaotic movent, not zigzag this ti around but the movent was sharp, abrupt, and disjointed.
Inasmuch as Krullgath had poised himself not to be thrown off by Northern's—now—weird attacks, he still couldn't help how defenseless he felt.
He staggered back in a hurry and attempted to jump away but before he could, Northern was upon him.
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