Specter's mouth starts to curve and warp into a maniacal grin, his power becoming enhanced by the parasite's influence surging through his veins. Each muscle begins to twitch with a renewed vitality.
Euphoric streams of adrenaline and power course through his veins. His body begins to flicker rapidly, switching between solid and translucent.
'Get ready Nero, he's going to attack. Try not to engage him, focus only on the containers.' Blake instructs not letting Nero's attention be stolen by Specter.
'I know, How much time do we have left?' Nero asks through gritted teeth trying to fight off the surging pain of his fresh wounds.
'3 minutes.' Blake says, his attention closely attached to the remaining time.
'Dammit! Be my eyes Blake, I'm going for the containers!' Nero scoffs. the thin wire of time presses closer to his jugular.
'On it.' Blake says.
