Fearful growls escaped the throats of the dragons, as they watched another of their kin fall out of the skies to its demise.
But entrapped by the evolvers of division one, the dragons were completely helpless, and running wasn't an option.
Inevitably, one of the dragons faltered for a beat, its movement suddenly falling into a chaotic mess; Seth whisked right in, in a flash.
His spear swept through the wind, and created streaks of bleeding red, as the dragon's body twitched and fell decapitated, its head spiralling off into the distance.
Another of their kin died, turning their movement more frantic and prone to a lot of openings.
Seth homed in onto another dragon, flipping his spear as his frame drew a stance, his muscle clenched, ready to leap into action in an instant.
Tense but still, he waited right until another dragon fell into a mess of disorderly movements, its reaction speed definitely skewed.
His movements were insanely quick, but remained precise and in order.
