There was a flash of steel as a single man danced around a horde of abominable felines, his gaze completely blank as he severed anything that entered his line of sight.
His strikes carried a deadly amount of force that some would even consider unnecessary. He was moving, his muscles flexing as his entire body blurred in the madness of blood and steel.
The beasts were not abated by his display, instead they pressed forward with even more burning desire to consume the nonentity that stood in their presence. But like tossing fruit into a shredder anything that dared get close was rent to pieces.
Luck's mind was sharp and his technique astute. He was getting back to that level of clarity he had achieved in the dungeon and the results were just as outstanding.
