Grey's gaze focused. He was going to stop fucking around now.
He didn't have much stamina to play around with, so if he was going to end this, he was going to have to keep that in mind.
He leapt out of the way of another fan of palms, exhaling a deep breath.
Was he making things harder on himself by trying to plan this out like he was?
Yes.
But also fuck these people.
He wasn't just interested in scraping by and surviving alone. If he didn't make their lives a living hell, he wouldn't be Grey Temolt.
BANG.
A hand suddenly shattered the ground just beneath Grey. It grabbed his ankles, both at once. It snapped his feet together and Grey found himself falling.
'Shit.'
He underestimated the rotting spirit a bit too much. While its power was running out, it had prepped the battlefield to the point there was hardly a single place you could stand without suffering under its influence.
'Alright, time to ball.'
