The Skrill revved its chainsaw again, its wiggling mask of hair lighting up beneath the sparks as it shot forward like it had been fired from a railgun.
Grey collapsed backward mid-run, his knees skidding across the ground as the chainsaw passed overhead.
He immediately leapt up to his feet a moment later, pivoting hard. He could feel that he was just a bit slower, and he was quickly calculating how to make up that difference as the Skrill landed again.
The creature sensed Grey coming and repeated a familiar trick, balancing its revving chainsaw on the ground midair to change direction.
But this time, Grey was ready. His head was already dodging out of the way.
One weakness was obvious. While the Skrill was using its chainsaw to change directions, it couldn't use it to attack.
His head slipped to the side. This time, the Skrill had aimed for his neck instead, but it was worthless nonetheless.
