Adyr forced the emotions back where they belonged, emotions he had let surface for the first time in a long while. Shaking off their lingering pull, he folded his wings against his back, drew his sword, and stepped forward. His boots splashed through the blood-soaked earth as he closed in on the nearest mutant.
He swung his razor-sharp blade at the frozen mutant's neck, but its armored hide resisted the strike. The sword failed to cut clean through on the first attempt.
"Not as sharp as my crystal wings," Adyr noted as he pulled the blade back and prepared for a second strike.
The pain must have jolted the mutant from its paralysis. With the suppression of Malice and Presence fading, it let out a guttural hiss as blood sprayed from the wound in its neck. It lunged at Adyr, jaws snapping in desperation.
He caught it easily, gripping its mouth with one hand and holding it in place.
