BANG.
Grey shot across the skies, his butterfly wings propelling him through the Fog of Chaos. The sun's rays and the bounds of chaos themselves propelled him forward, the two meeting one another in a push and pull dichotomy that sent his power to another level entirely.
Maybe it was the case that he didn't have the bloodline to make perfect use of his Frame.
But what if the Frame was so powerful that even in using only a small tidbit of it…
He became overwhelming?
His spear flashed and the Syrn reacted with a swipe of its tail.
Chi.
There was a clatter and a hint of pain flashed by the Syrn's eyes as it realized its black light had actually been penetrated.
Grey grinned ear to ear, digital motes and bits of fragmented crimson forming a wild smile across his Helm Frame.
"Now it's go time."
Grey's leg flashed and the flat of his foot landed against the body of the Syrn.
BOOM.
