Though they were enemies, Lucas and Vicar seemed to resonate at that moment, even if only on one single point of going faster, faster, and faster still.
The two became shadows in the void illuminated by the silver glow of the entrance not far, and the faraway lights from the stars in the distance.
The reinforcements that had been coming had long been forgotten. Even at the same level, with give or take a few differences, in pure speed, they became turtles only able to watch as the eagles competed, clashed, flashed around, met and disengaged, only to dive right back into the exchange.
For the first time since he started establishing a deep control of his body with the Blood Flow State, Lucas let loose his true speed. He let it climb up along with the potential Vicar was squeezing out of himself.
