That strange, inhuman vision felt both natural and unnatural, but George couldn't dwell on it. The experimental mutagen's effects were temporary, making every second in that state priceless.
Besides, the two blinding sources of warmth in the distance weren't alone. An even brighter, scorching presence was in the sky, while another slightly dimmer one was almost upon the former.
Rodney had kept advancing toward the two evolved warriors, seemingly uncaring whether George was following him. Of course, knowing Rodney, that reckless charge disclosed his complete confidence in the fact that George would back him up.
That awareness tried to annoy George, but that feeling couldn't exist in the new, sharp mental state he had reached. He moved his arm, gently pointing his sword forward, before his entire figure turned into a streak of dark silver light.
