[i]If the ranger had known what the monster was planning, he'd not have tried using the shadow speed move on it in the same manner as he had done before. It had known he would try such a thing again. Of course the prey would use the strange movement technique before it reached him. He had done it before, and before he had appeared above and behind. Those were the most likely spots to expect him.

It would not try to whirl around again to swipe at Crual. That hadn't worked before. It knew that the humanoid knew that it could "see" without "seeing", but it doubted that he'd know in advance about what would come next. Something that was, by its essence, a perfect tool to hinder those that relied on eyes. In order for a man to see something coming he had to look, and therein lay the key.

The monster's tail snapped sharply upwards at the ranger as he appeared behind it, like a whip. But not to grab or smack him. It was to flick a couple fat globules of that sickening body mucous up towards his face at close range. A distraction that would be, let's face it, really freaking gross. Absolutely fucking disgusting. 

The horror knew that in that moment the ranger wouldn't be able to see the direction that it dodged off to, as he'd probably be too busy trying to look away in time or trying to see through the smelly mess of monster phlegm. On at least one level the thought would probably pass through the rangers head that it would attack him if he looked away. It wouldn't try to nail him as he landed from his shadow jump, though. He had that bow ready and the monster knew that sometimes a little more strategy was required. That, and perhaps it wanted to delay the end so that it could take a more satisfying revenge upon the prey for daring to cause it pain.

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