Grey had no idea what was going on outside, but honestly he had his own problems, and he was running from them with his tail between his legs.
'What the fuck! What the fuck! What the FUCK!'
Grey jumped into the air as a blade swept under him, the kicked up wind alone sending him spinning like a top through the air. He landed on the ground, palming it with a hand and then flipping back to his feet, only to immediately do a back flip to dodge another slashing cut that came for him from above.
He had been stuck in this battle for the last two minutes already and his body would have normally already been getting hints of fatigue from the heavy battle.
The good news was that his Stamina was ridiculous now. It ticked down so slowly that for a second Grey had thought it was permanently locked at 111. He wasn't sure exactly why that was, but he had a feeling that it was probably related to the fat his body had converted. It had fundamentally changed his foundation somehow.
