It was as if I were watching a choreographed dance performance.
As if Amanda had told the siren how and when to attack beforehand to create this elaborate performance.
Either that or she was a regressor that had fought with the siren a thousand times and knew all its premeditated movements.
It was as if she knew every attack. Every swing of the tail and every scream that threatened to shatter her eardrums.
It was even more impressive that she did all of this while underwater.
Within a few seconds, the siren was covered in blood. There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't sliced opened. It was as if I were watching the monster being skinned alive while its trident fell to the bottom of the sea.
Her Fishman army rushed forward, carrying spears but they were cut down like blades of grass in the path of a lawnmower.
I was so entranced by her fluid movements and grace that at some point, I even forgot I was injured.
'I want to fight like that.'
