Chapitre 241: Hell Unleashed - Part 8

Then he lowered his shoulders, as a goblin would, and bent his knees, and he circled.

"What's he doing?" One soldier asked, unnerved. Beam hadn't dared to practise this style in front of the soldiers that often, knowing how strange it looked. But today, he didn't care what strange looks he received – he knew there to be potential in it, or at least he thought there to be. He saw a road to greater strength through it, and so he put it to work.

The hobgoblin grew cautious at Beam's changed stance – the fear in its eyes already grew. It was already unsettled to see a human moving differently to what it had grown accustomed to. Beam's footwork was erratic. He didn't step in carefully as he would before, where one foot would lead, and the other would follow, keeping him balanced. Instead, he moved around playfully, erratically, without thought to his feet, yet still somehow he kept his balance under him, like a wild animal.