The weighted clothes I’ve got on prove to be much heavier than I thought.
Artemis attacks with speed I never expected, and I’m cut nearly every time we engage each other. Any time I try to watch his movements closely and react, my body lags behind. Artemis punishes me for each sluggish mistake. I have brief flashbacks of the torture induced by Jigen, but Artemis is more merciful. As we fight on, I realize that he could cut me down at any time. This fear allows me to battle through any fatigue I might feel, to push myself in dodging at a faster pace.
Before long, my battle against Artemis is entirely defensive. I can’t hope to land a strike without sacrificing myself to a storm of blades. When I’m not in close proximity, Artemis shoots jagged shards of bone at me; I enlarge both of my arm
