Amidst his movements through the sky, zipping as electricity, Jotham found himself constantly slashing at incoming bolts, deflecting multiple every second as it seemed to be an endless assault.
It was becoming increasingly harder to keep up with Sirius as the assault from every direction hindered his movements.
'--Everything. I have to maximize everything right now, if I hope to catch him–I can't worry about what happens to my body afterwards,' Jotham resolved.
From all directions, dragons born of the storm soared at him at the behest of their god. Every muscle in his body pushed to the maximum, surpassing human limits. In a matter of a single moment, he underwent a split-second adaptation that would take one decades of training.
He moved through the air with tenfold speed, passing by the bolts as he immediately confronted the enemy.
