He had nothing to slow him down or weigh him down.
The force he had initiated the run with was still there and now, he had amplified it.
He moved, his body shifting left and right with perfect precision, his footwork flawless. The impact markers lit up all around him, calculating near-misses, trajectories that would have struck him if he had been even a fraction of a second slower.
But he was not slower. He was fast enough.
He reached the extraction point, his breathing heavy but controlled, and he held up the device triumphantly. The simulation ended, the holographic fire disappearing, the field falling silent.
Yesss!
Torvan reviewed the data, his fingers moving across the interface, and then he nodded. "That works. He's fast enough. The plan is solid."
Tatehan, Riven, and Lyra walked over from the Skyblade, their expressions a mix of relief and grim satisfaction. It had worked. The plan was viable. Brutal, yes. Morally complicated, absolutely. But viable.
