Silas stood unflinching as the pack of arctic hell wolves rushed towards him, their crimson fur bristling and black teeth bared. In an instant, he activated his accelerated neural processing, and the world around him slowed to a crawl.
The closest wolf, its maw open in a silent snarl, seemed to float through the air. Silas reached out, his hand wrapping around the beast's throat. With a swift motion, he slammed it to the ground, following up with a precise punch to its head. The wolf's eyes rolled back, and it lay still.
As the next wolf sailed over him, Silas slid beneath its airborne form. His fingers closed around its tail, and he used the creature's momentum to slam it into the icy cavern floor. The impact echoed through the chamber, and the wolf whimpered softly.
