Grey walked forward.
With his first step, the first of the Steel-Toe Shrouds appeared, its metal frame forming over his Shadow Forces.
With his second, the second of them took shape. The ground shook as the steel spikes embedded into the ground, a large amount of Fog of Chaos erupting out of it as though being pulled toward Grey's body.
He reached out a hand with his third step, the world flashing with solar flares of crimson. His claws ripped through the air, metallic nails scraping across the bounds of space itself. Digital pixels layered onto themselves.
BANG.
A tent collapsed to his side, shredded apart by sharp winds.
A grin spread across Grey's face as butterfly wings spread from his back.
"Hey, asshat."
The Syrn's attention had already entirely been on Grey from the very beginning.
"Don't fucking blink."
BANG.
Grey's words had just reached the Syrn's ears when his fist collided into its gut.
BANG.
An instant later, the Syrn slammed into the ground.
BOOM. BOOM.
