Venmont launched forward with speed that would have been invisible to observers with lesser capabilities, his multiple extremities seeking to tear, pierce, and dissolve everything they touched.
The assault was beautiful in its coordination and terrible in its intent, six Gold-rank beasts moving as one organism inside their tamer.
Dragarion dodged without moving too much.
It wasn't that he had moved so fast Venmont couldn't follow him. He simply wasn't where Venmont had attacked, as if space itself had reconfigured to accommodate his intentions.
The evasion seemed casual, almost lazy, like someone stepping aside to avoid a puddle rather than dodging a lethal assault from one of the most powerful tamers alive.
"Good try," Dragarion commented from a position that should have been impossible to reach under the intense attack.
