It is true; they are fast. That is the one credit they have to their style of combat. Predicting the arcs of his bat as it whooshes across the space between them allows for sufficient time to dart easily away. Their reactions are somewhat slowed, when they shoot forward again, careful to measure their strikes so they are not carving a wide, cyan arc across and through a great beast with the intent to kill.

Fortunately, they are not strong enough to imbue a truly lethal strike behind the whacking of the flat of a hard light blade against someone's thighs or knees, which is what they aim for now. They can only chip away at an exterior until eventually the creature dies from a thousand cuts, worrying it beyond belief. Only the smallest and weakest of them will fall to their blade at once, and even then, the Drifter themself is fragile enough to die by any one of their hands or teeth or claws, if they are not careful.

Their pool of vitality is so limited, after all.