"Get him! He's just a kid, no matter what he looks like!" The man with the scar shouted, trying to ignore Lohan's terrifying appearance, as he drew a vibrating knife that emitted an even louder hum.
Lohan swiveled his neck, and his red eyes tracked the trajectory of the three attackers. Thanks to his instinctive perception, he could see the men's erratic heat signatures and their vulnerable centers of mass in the dark with great ease, just as if it were daytime.
But the limitations of his human body remained a burden.
As Slime, he would have projected ten tentacles to immobilize them all at once, whereas as a human he had only two arms and two legs.
The man with the scar delivered a side thrust.
Lohan tried to twist his torso in a way a normal human couldn't, hoping his ribs were as pliable as jelly. The sharp pain he felt when his spine protested against the unnatural movement made him hesitate for a split second.
