The creature lumbered along like a clumsy bear, seeming heavy, but once its paw struck you, you would realize it ran not too slowly, but rather, faster than you.
Although this illusion seemed strange, that was precisely the nature of real combat. At that point, you couldn't distinguish whether you were running or walking...
Despite your mind being a chaotic mess, you would instinctively respond in times of crisis, reacting faster in proportion to the imminent danger. However, such dangers were often accompanied by tense rhythms. The Freak in front of them did not seem like a threat at all. It was slow and heavy, and aside from the corrosive liquid dripping from its body, it posed no perceptible danger.
Both Milo and Kevin were seasoned fighters, well-versed in various situations. Despite the Freak not launching any attacks yet, its influence was already apparent. It had completely diverted their attention—a classic misdirection tactic!
