บท 190: The Art And Act Of Copy [Part 2]

The Corpse Eater launched itself at Northern, leading with its right clawed hand in a vicious swipe.

Northern's eyes narrowed as he studied the monster's form and movement.

Then, in one fluid motion, he mirrored the Eater's attack with his own right hand extended into a powerful folded fist instead of claws.

Their makeshift claws met with a clash, the force of the impacts causing tremors.

The Eater recoiled, surprise flashing in its burning red eyes. It paused for a moment, its stance wary and evaluating.

Northern grinned savagely, not breaking form.

"You'll have to be better than that."

Although his said that, crimson blood was slipping through his fingers. In the end, the fact that he didn't have a claw really bit back at him.

With a roar of anger, the Eater reared back and attempted to bring both clawed hands down onto Northern's head.