The atmosphere became suffocating, thick with confusion and terror as frightened murmurs rippled through the crowd. All eyes were locked on Raiden, his devilish grin stark against his luminous white hair that seemed to glow in the darkness.
Everything looked hazy, but he understood one fundamental truth: the night was his to command. Just then, one of the black-clad men launched himself forward, crossing the space between them in two lightning-fast steps that outpaced even Raiden's mana-enhanced reflexes.
Yet Raiden moved as if he'd seen it all before. When his attacker reached striking distance, three vicious kicks found their mark, two slamming into ribs and one crushing the throat. He shivered with dark pleasure, golden eyes scanning for more prey.
The attacks were impossibly fast, beyond what anyone could perceive, adding to their shock. All they witnessed was the man suddenly hitting the ground, gripping his neck while blood ran from his nose.
