I'll repeat it just one more time.

The energy around Strax began to concentrate, bubbling like a sea of flames ready to explode. He didn't need to test the wolf. There was no need to prolong the fight. If Artorias wanted to see his strength, he would show him.

The gray wolf lunged at him, its claws gleaming like silver blades under the dark light of the arena. Every movement of the beast was perfect, a supreme predator combining speed, strength, and killer instinct. But Strax did not falter. His gaze remained fixed, his mind sharp as his blade.

In the instant the wolf approached, Strax moved with terrifying precision. His body vanished for a moment, and then, in a single instant, he reappeared beside the creature. His sword, Ouroboros, shone as if the very concept of destruction was etched into its blade.

"Get out of my way."