Chapter 203: Grim Dance (2)
‘Those people we interrogated weren’t kidding about Rambert. The guy is an actual monster…’ Percy thought, his scythe catching nothing but empty air again.
Had it been Broose facing him – or any other Green, really – they would have long been reduced to pieces by now. The sheer speed by which Rambert was adapting to his fighting style was staggering. The man had already grown used to Percy’s invisible constructs, seemingly having no trouble keeping track of them with his Mana Sense any longer.
Even worse, having given up on hitting him with long-ranged attacks or taking him out with a single blow, Rambert had switched to a fast-paced, closed-combat style. He was trying to wear Percy’s armour down, one piece at a time, while conserving his mana reserves.
Unlike the heavy blast he had used earlier, Rambert now released lots of tiny explosions all over his body, each giving him a significant but momentary burst of speed. Even down to one arm, he manoeuvred around the battlefield like a hurricane, dodging Percy’s scythes while looking for openings of his own to pounce on.
Every time he took a step, a series of fireworks went off, bathing the gloomy swamp in flashes of red and orange. The shockwaves sent the muddy waters rolling and tumbling, as the heat slowly caused them to boil, transforming the landscape into a pond seemingly taken straight out of hell itself.
But Percy was no slouch either.
Initially, his Greater Foresight hadn’t been particularly effective, as the surgical application of Rambert’s mana was far removed from anything he’d seen before. As time went on, however, Percy’s eyes slowly adjusted to his opponent’s movements, the spell growing more accurate with every passing moment, expanding the predictive window slightly.
‘And I doubt you’ve seen anything like my moves either.’ he grinned.
Percy’s own fighting style was arguably even more exotic than Rambert’s. He might not have the physique of a Green, or countless explosions to push him along, but he had his own footwork, honed over years of gruelling practice. His moves ranged from the wild swings and wide pivots of the Dance to the much narrower – but no less rapid – strikes of Takeo’s style.