The creature was on the ground for exactly one second.
Revan closed the distance before it could stand, driving his sword downward in a two-handed overhead plunge aimed at the center of the collapsed mass.
The blade hit bone armor and skidded.
The straight-down angle was right but the creature had already started rolling, turning the downward strike into a glancing blow that tore a chunk of plating loose but failed to penetrate.
'Of course. Even half-dead on the ground, you're still a pain in my ass.'
The creature surged upward.
Revan felt the displacement explode outward as it scrambled to its feet, listing hard on its damaged limb. Something swung at him. He ducked, felt wind tear past his scalp, and thrust forward into the space the swing had come from.
The blade sank an inch before something batted it sideways. His wrist screamed.
