For the first time since the fight started, Ben's confident smirk slipped away. 'It seem I'm fucked' But it doesn't mean he choose to backdown.
He barely had time to react before an attack surged toward him at point-blank range. Ben instinctively twisted, but it was too late.
SLASH!
A claw ripped across his back, sending a searing pain through his body. Ben staggered forward, hissing through clenched teeth. "You sneaky little shit."
They weren't just fast—they were everywhere, coming at him from every angle, striking at his blind spots with perfect precision. A thought clicked into place. 'Fine. If blind spots are the problem, I'll just get rid of them.'
His body shifted instantly. Muscles twisted, skin split, and new eyes burst open—on the back of his head, along his shoulders, even lining his blade appendages.
