BAM!
Verc cleared past the chaos with a single stride, he kicked off with a control strength; but he still moved terrifyingly fast.
The immediate battlefield around him became a complete blur as his boots pushed off the damp earth, leaving a minor indentation in the soil. He bypassed the tangled clumps of fighting orcs and restrained wolf-kins in a fraction of a second, cutting a clean path directly through the center of the frantic skirmish.
He appeared in front of Lunar, the chief of the wol-kins—
SWIIISH!
Then he swung down as fast and heavy as he could!
The [Moon Blade] came down in a perfect, vertical arc, traveling with enough raw velocity to split the heavy night air completely in two.
"YOU BASTARD!"
FWOOSH—!
Lunar didn't back down, his pride as the chief of a proud race didn't let him—he attacked upward with both his claws, trying to catch Verc's blade.
