Revan closed the distance.
He hurled himself forward at an angle, deliberately cutting across the creature's orbit. The trajectory was intentional, aimed at a point along its circling path that would force it to make a choice: hold its loop and let Revan intercept, or break away and move.
It broke.
The displacement veered right, accelerating to widen the gap.
Revan veered with it.
The creature adjusted. Changed direction. Tried to swing around behind him.
Revan followed the rain.
The moment the creature moved, its synchronization with the rainfall stuttered. A fraction of a second where the pattern of drops hitting mud was disrupted by something large passing through them at speed.
Three meters to his right. A patch where the downpour thinned for a heartbeat.
He swung.
The blade cut air. The creature had already shifted.
