Zachery sliced forward, condensing his 0.1% Law of Power on his axe. The earth shook as the sheer ferocity of the slash could rip a Rank 3 Mutant fighter in half, and that's exactly what it did.
The mage's expression of complete bewilderment was amusing when his half of the corpse collapsed on all sides.
Zachery's momentum didn't wane as the muscles in his legs contracted and crunched to superhuman proportions, the sheer potential force making the air tremble.
The ring on his index finger shined as it supplied all the energy needed to complete its cycle.
He launched off like a cannonball along the route he had sliced with his Axe, arriving at the assassin in seconds. He cocked his axe forward and tensed the muscles in his right arm, causing his light red veins to protrude.
