Grey landed in front of the Syrn.
"What an ugly son of a bitch."
The Syrn's silk hair had expanded out like a web of dripping chaos. It was sticky and white in the worst of ways, black veins running through it. At least a moth's wings could have some beautiful patterns to them, but this was nothing like that. It was only made worse by the fact the flesh line connecting the two halves of the Syrn's body was still bubbling, looking almost like a cancerous growth of pustules forming down its length.
It screeched the moment it saw Grey.
"Happy to see you too, pussy."
Grey swung the scythe.
Surprisingly, the Syrn avoided the weapon like a plague, twisting in the air and sliding out to a stop in the distance, its speed so fast it was already almost a hundred meters away from Grey by the time it came to a stop.
"Scared of your own weapon?" Grey sneered. "Or scared of me?"
Void Gaze.
