Leighton activated his speed skill, his form blurring as he dashed across the battlefield. His pistol barked once, an energy round slamming into the lion's side, halting its movement for a split second. Without hesitation, he holstered the weapon, drew his dagger, and carved a sharp line across the beast's flank.
The lion roared in fury, arcs of electricity dancing violently across its mane and body. Leighton, calm even in the storm of power, muttered under his breath, "Thunder won't save you if I cut faster than lightning."
Vivi tightened her grip on her dagger and shouted, "Then we should strike with our speed, keep it off balance!"
But Leighton shook his head, voice sharp yet composed. "No, listen. This creature channels electricity through its body. Every time it builds up, it releases bursts like a living storm. If we rush recklessly, it'll fry us before we can land a clean hit."
