Cid - Body Repositioning

“I-it can’t be happening… Olivier can’t…! Curse you! How are you still alive after she impaled you?!”

The wound in Cid’s chest should have been fatal. No question.

The fact that he’s alive is strange, and taking down Olivier in that state borders on inhuman.

“It’s so easy for people to die. Most of the time, all it takes is a small blow to the back of the head. And hey, I’m no different. One little knock on my skull, and that could be it for me.” Cid stands, patting his wound as if to make sure his body is still in one piece. “But as long as you protect your vitals, you’re surprisingly sturdy. You can get stabbed through the chest, but if you protect your arteries and important organs, you won’t die. Kinda sweet, don’t you think?”

“‘Sweet’…?”

“Totally. You can eliminate the time spent dodging before you counterattack. Just punch their face while they’re punching yours. Rip apart their neck while they’re stabbing you in the gut. Offense and defense become one and the same, and the tempo of your counterattacks accelerates to its absolute limit. They become nearly unavoidable.”

“There’s…something wrong with you.” Nelson’s face scrunches up, as though he’s looking at something grotesque.

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Volume 2, Chapter 3