Martin moved like a silent predator within a field of chaos.
Each step he took shattered the ground beneath him.
Each motion of his hand was followed by an explosion of blood or energy.
Spells came raining toward him lances of crimson, spikes formed from coagulated matter, orbs spinning midair before breaking apart into high-speed shards but none of them hit.
His body blurred in and out of sight.
His eyes tracked hundreds of spells at once.
"The way they coordinate is not natural."
He watched as three of the Bloodbaron Children formed a triangle formation. One raised his arms and began compressing blood into a spinning disk.
The others, at the same time, created shields around him.
Martin leapt forward.
Just before the disk was unleashed, he appeared in front of the caster, fingers extended like blades.
A crimson mist exploded.
No blood spilled.
There wasn't even a sound.
