[1500 GTs bonus]
Sylas wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and shot forward, racing across the water. His thoughts were infused with the limitations of his body. It felt like any moment now, he could fall to the ground. However, deep inside him, he could feel a raging fire.
His Will felt far more tangible to him now, and Sylas faintly noticed that it was what was responsible for him still going right now. The green flames raced through his body, supporting his Aether and keeping his muscles fused.
Suddenly, he appeared above the Arctic Emperor Cobra and drove a fist down.
BANG!
The water rippled as though someone had just cannon-balled right into its midst. Sylas' fist drove down into the head of the Arctic Emperor Cobra just as it was about to make it to the other side of the shore, driving it into the bank.
He didn't pause for even a moment, driving another fist down, and then another.
