Shin dodged the storm of roots rushing at him as he slashed those thin enough to be cut. All of his moves are intentional and precise.
The pixies on his shoulders struggled to remain latched on, some of them almost getting hit by surviving by a hair's breadth. None of them could believe how Shin was moving, the speed, the precision, and the ruthless slashes he delivered.
But Shin wasn't having that much fun as it seemed. The Treant had too many limbs, tens of them, and they were all fast, too fast. Dodging them was putting enough strain on his body, and predicting the attacks was almost driving him mad.
The Treant didn't seem to have a clear weakness, nor did it allow Shin to approach it to strike at the trunk. And what was most important, swords weren't meant to cut wood.
The more he spent fighting, the more his muscles ached and his breath grew heavier. It was nothing but easy, but he needed to keep fighting until he found the Treant's weak point.
