Sylas moved through the battlefield with three E-Grades as though he belonged. Each one of his movements was sharp and vicious, unrelenting in ways that were only possible for a beast, and yet carrying the elegance of someone with a martial arts path steeped in discipline and control.
The dichotomy played off of one another, pushing and pulling, tugging and resisting in an elegant dance…
One that sprinkled the blood of Sylphs to the earth as though fertilizing their graves.
Kaique was hit so hard that she shot dozens of meters into the air, giving the archer another clear line of sight at Sylas… one they unfortunately couldn't take because the third of the Sylphs had already closed in the distance, hoping to pincer Sylas.
Seemingly knowing this, Sylas never bothered to look at the archer again, his body seamlessly shifting, the tips of his toes gliding across the slippery icy surface of his own creation to keep the body of the third Sylph between himself and the archer.
