'…Unbelievable…'
Zarek dodged the swiping claw of a Turned by a hair's breadth, but a wound as thin as a papercut appeared on his nose. It inflamed his skin, and poison threatened to seep into his body.
It wasn't real poison, but instead just a particularly volatile application of Godsfall that pooled into his body with the intent to overwhelm his own.
Under normal circumstances, this claw would have never touched him. Though it was just a graze, Zarek found himself pissed.
'Every tiny little difference makes its impact. I need to be sharper…'
Zarek's heel slammed against the ground, stopping his backward momentum. He listened to the attunement and changes to his body, weaving out of the way of a second strike with a duck and erupting with a fist to the Turned's side.
This wasn't Zarek's fault. It was just really hard to be as precise as he usually was in combat when the value of his Core Stats still changed.
