Sylas only took a step forward, but the distance he crossed was leagues beyond that. With Old Brama's speed, he had already taken Sylas over a kilometer away from the scene, and that was after backtracking due to Sylas' opposition.
But whatever distance there had been, Sylas closed it with nothing more than a step, the space around him seemingly shrinking on command.
Runes began to flicker to life around him, rotating with an emerald hue that imbued them with his Will, stamping them into existence.
"Step out," Sylas said calmly.
Speride was still amongst the others, not having stepped out yet. But when he saw Sylas suddenly appear, he froze for a moment. When he heard the words, his pride seemed to flare up.
With a flicker, a flexible, thin sword appeared in his palm.
BANG!
He shot forward, his speed blinding. It was a simple, straightforward attack. But it was also the sort that was almost impossible to find a flaw in. Perfect in its simplicity, almost regal in its sharpness.
