"Jeez, wipe your mouth after you're done sucking all that meat—."
BANG.
Calixan appeared before Grey in a flash, blood still dribbling down his chin.
It was fast, Grey knew that it was fast, faster than anyone he had ever faced in one on one battle before. Well, other than Valdris. That man had simply been on another level.
And yet, Grey was sure of one thing…
He could react. And he could react easily.
Almost as though to prove it to himself, one of his fang daggers disappeared and he caught Calixan's arm before the latter could use his new claws of darkness to pierce through his neck.
"Holy shit." Grey said.
Calixan ripped his arm free, slid back against the ground, rounded to the side, and then lunged again. He moved like the wind, his movements erratic and nigh impossible to track.
And yet Grey caught his wrist again. This time, reacting faster than Calixan could, his other fang dagger surged and cut his arm clean off.
