The armored man wasn't about to wait to see what Volk would do next.
He clenched his teeth, fear spiking as he activated every boost his futuristic armor could muster.
With a blast, he launched himself into the air, speeding away with all the power his suit allowed.
His mind raced as fast as his body, calculating every possibility of survival, every counterattack. But no plan seemed feasible.
This wasn't the same monster horde leader he'd encountered moments before; now, the Ogre was now something beyond reason.
Meanwhile, Volk simply stood there, towering over the battlefield, his eyes blazing with a fierce, unyielding confidence as he watched the armored man flee.
Volk's hulking form radiated power, his body almost thrumming with the raw energy that pulsed around him.
The ground where he had struck still smoldered, a crater spreading wider and deeper with each passing second, cracks snaking outward.
