'Who would have thought a Grade 3 Emovira would be that fast and strong?' Asher mused inwardly, his thoughts sharp and focused.
Normally, dispatching a Grade 3 Emovira posed little to no trouble for him. He could handle them with relative ease. Yet this particular monster had matched him, move for move, in terms of speed.
'Its ability must have something to do with speed,' he concluded, though he immediately dismissed the thought. Speculation would only waste precious seconds. Without further hesitation, Asher dove out of the room and into the hallway.
The hallway was already alive with chaos. Students struggled against their own opponents, weapons clashing, cries echoing, and blood spraying across the walls. Asher did not pause. He launched himself into the fray with ruthless purpose, Virelass cutting through the air like a streak of silver light. Anything that was not human fell to his blade, his strikes clean, efficient, and merciless.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Splat. Splat.
