Zarek's blade moved like the wind, his amber eyes leaving streaks in the air. He hadn't stretched his body in three days, using it as an opportunity not only to teach the others about the habits of the Turned and how to take advantage of them, but also to work on their coordination.
But right now, coordination wasn't what was needed. They needed strength, speed—a suffocating might that would overwhelm even the C Classes lurking in the shadows.
His heart revved like an engine, pools of Lurker's Godsfall snaking beneath his skin and coating his bones, tendons, and ligaments.
There was an added extra hint of darkness in his eye as his speed accelerated.
His movements became even more fluid, and when his blades arched across the skies, slicing into the flesh of the Turned, it didn't even look like he was hitting them at all. It cut through with such efficiency that there wasn't the slightest pause, not the slightest hitch, not the slightest catch in his blades.
'It's coming.'
