Chapter 14 - Fighting a Sigbin (2) (1/2)

With a long blew of her breath, the slender corners of her lips slowly curved up and her calm and gentle look came back.

'How could I forget? Those useless pieces of trashes! How could I fall on to my knees if I haven't slapped their thick skins yet.' She immediately wore a glare as she stretched her bleeding arm towards her wood sword. Together with her unwavering determination, she tensed her whole body in an offense stance again. But this time, she softly shut her eyes and feel her surroundings.

'I almost forgot that my grandma used to tell me sigbins could turn invisible when they moved backwards.' Her eyes twitched.

Actually that was not her real problem, but sigbin's extreme speed. She might be able to defend herself from those multiple attacks only that monster was a little slower. But it wasn't. It was so fast that her body couldn't even react when the dagger lands on her body.

However…

Her lips made a faint smile on its corners.

'In terms of speed, I would surely lose. However, it doesn't mean that I couldn't sense its movement anymore. Just like water, winds could create turbulent disturbances. Reynold's number… directly proportional with the velocity of the fluid… it means that the higher the speed the higher its possibility to create turbulent flows. Together with vortex shedding, I would use the sheds on my advantage.'

While her blood slowly gushing from her dozen cuts, her eyes was tightly shut. Her ċhėst gently saw in and out as she slowly wet her lips.

Swish! Everything got silent on her ears as her whole body fell into extreme awareness. Without lifting her eyelids above her long eyelashes, it quivered slightly. On that moment, the buzzy gushes of underground mist crept on her ears as clear as a pure water without any sign of ripples; the hisses of the flapping damp leaves above her and the distant crickets of small insects, it all left the pair of her earlobes with such serenity.

Shhk!

Her body tensed even more when she felt something was coming. A faint gush of wind ċȧrėssed her face – it was the vortex' sheds! She couldn't help but to curve the corner of her lips up.

'About sixteen feet per second, ten o'clock.'

D*mn! With just the claps of the wind, she could relatively make an approximation. T

Shhk!

'Thirty degrees west of north.'