With a resounding
*bang!
Venedix burst forward like a streak of lightning, the ground beneath her cracking in her wake.
Though her current speed was noticeably slower than when she had wielded her glaive-like weapon earlier, it was still far beyond what most could react to.
It was fast enough to dodge even the massive, sluggish swing of Malgareth's corrupted blade.
She angled her body low and to the side, narrowly slipping past the descending weapon as it slammed down with brute force, sending debris and dark mist scattering into the air.
The pressure of the swing alone could've shattered weaker warriors, but Venedix pressed on without hesitation.
In one fluid motion, she ran up the length of Malgareth's grotesque armored arm, her boots clanking against the warped and twisted plating with every step.
Each contact echoed like metallic thunder, steady and precise, as if she were sprinting on solid ground rather than a living monstrosity.
