The creature didn't roar or shriek or make any sound at all. It simply attacked, moving with that same terrible speed that had brought it upon them so quickly.
The creature's speed, while impressive, didn't concern Leon in the slightest. He could match and exceed it without effort – what might have been a blur of motion to others was almost leisurely to his enhanced perception. But he recognized that for someone from the Lower Domain, for someone without his advantages, this creature's velocity would be absolutely terrifying. Death would come before most warriors even registered the attack.
What did interest him was the creature's target selection. Instead of attacking him – the one standing ready with drawn sword – it veered sharply toward Seraphine. That deliberate choice told Leon everything he needed to know: this wasn't some mindless beast operating on instinct. It possessed intelligence and tactical thinking. It had identified what it perceived as the weaker target.
