Samuel moved with pure, unrestrained speed. Unlike Daniel, who relied on brute strength and overwhelming force, Samuel's movement was a blur, sharp, controlled, and impossibly fast. In a single zipping motion, he appeared before an Orc. Before the creature could blink, roar, or even comprehend his presence, Samuel's blade had already traced a straight, pristine line across its thick green neck. Flesh parted smoothly, almost elegantly, as blood cascaded downward like a calm, uninterrupted waterfall.
A sudden explosion of air erupted behind him. Samuel did not need to turn to know what it was, an Orc swinging its crude weapon at his back with desperate ferocity. With a blitzing burst of movement, he shifted to the side, his steps light and immaculate in motion. He turned just enough to face the creature as its club smashed into the earth, sending debris shooting skyward with brute force. Dust billowed out in a thick cloud, temporarily veiling the surroundings.
