[ Shit. There's no way this guy's human, but it's irrelevant now, anyway; there's also no way he can block all of this, and there's nowhere he can go that'll give him a distance advantage. He manages to block one, by luck or by accident, as he stumbles back, trying to corral his racing thoughts: the only thing he has left is surprise, and the guy's so fast he'll have one shot. He swings the crescent end of the staff out, toward Guren, and the blade hurtles out on a chain. It'll come back at him from behind, and he'll have a few seconds to get some space between them—
His back foot catches in the mud. More quicksand. ]
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[ Shit. There's no way this guy's human, but it's irrelevant now, anyway; there's also no way he can block all of this, and there's nowhere he can go that'll give him a distance advantage. He manages to block one, by luck or by accident, as he stumbles back, trying to corral his racing thoughts: the only thing he has left is surprise, and the guy's so fast he'll have one shot. He swings the crescent end of the staff out, toward Guren, and the blade hurtles out on a chain. It'll come back at him from behind, and he'll have a few seconds to get some space between them—
His back foot catches in the mud. More quicksand. ]