Silas braced himself as the massive contraption whirred to life. In an instant, the air filled with a cacophony of gunfire, twanging bowstrings, and the distinctive boom of shotguns. Arrows whistled past his head, some finding their mark in his transformed flesh. Bullets peppered his body, tearing through muscle and bone.
Despite his enhanced abilities, Silas couldn't dodge everything. He weaved and ducked, his movements a blur of inhuman speed, but still, projectiles found their target. The mana-draining slugs struck him, but without anchoring him to the ground, they did little more than sting.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Silas pushed forward. His body worked overtime, pushing out arrows and bullets, closing wounds almost as quickly as they formed. Blood matted his scales, but the flow stemmed almost immediately.
