Leon went almost completely still, as if someone had cut the signal to move. His entire body shifted into a waiting state, attention narrowing to the way the fog breathed, rolling and pulsing around him with an unnatural rhythm, while he listened for anything out of place.
Without the experience he'd absorbed through the Elite Soldier passive, that first strike would've been a death sentence. His real combat history was still shallow, and losing sight of an opponent moving almost as fast as he did would've made predicting the next attack nearly impossible. Especially because this wasn't a mindless zombie, it was a predator that had evolved specifically to hunt.
After that first clash, Leon already knew the oversized cat's speed was dangerously close to his own. And unlike Leon, the beast had a perfect sense of smell, one that turned this fog into an extra sense, an advantage Leon understood all too well as he stood motionless, knees slightly bent, eyes closed.
