Just focus.

Artorias sliced the massive creature in half with a precise movement, his sword cutting through it like a sharp blade through butter. The creature fell, lifeless, its body crashing into the ground with a dull thud. 

"How long are you going to keep staring at me, descendant?" Artorias suddenly said, not taking his eyes off the enemies around him, his voice carrying a serenity that was almost unsettling. 

Strax, still processing what he had just witnessed, stared at him intently, his gaze sharp and calculating. "So, from the start, you knew I was here," he said, his voice calm and cold, as though nothing could truly shake his confidence. 

Artorias, without changing his posture, quickly sheathed his sword as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He then turned to Strax, his golden eyes glowing with an intensity that seemed to pierce his very soul. "It would have been harder not to notice a man like you here. Or better yet… a Dragon."