It was a sight she'd never forget.
She was already aware how frighteningly powerful Quinlan's capabilities were. But exactly because of that, Quinlan almost always fought advantageously. Dropping on his enemies through [Warp Gate], overpowering them with his elements the mechanics of which they couldn't understand, the might of his soul armies they couldn't contend with.
He fought smart because he could afford to.
Rarely had she seen him pushed, and never quite like this.
The fury rolling off him was a physical thing. It bled past his immediate surroundings and compressed the air across the battlefield, an oppressive force that sank into the bones of everyone within range. His allies felt his outrage like a war drum in their chests. His enemies felt it like a hand closing around their throats.
