Sylas got faster and faster, cutting down one enemy after another. Having to only focus on one enemy at a time made it impossibly easy. Let alone burning through his reserves any more, his stamina was actually quickly rising once again.
His claws dug through the eyes of a golden monkey, lightning shooting out of them and ripping its brain to pieces. He tossed its corpse to the side, stepping through the threshold of the next challenge.
He kicked out before the monk even fully formed, smashing their nose in.
His senses were heightened to an excess degree. He felt them even before they arrived, every little detail down to the smallest of timings clicking on a high-octane cadence.
BANG.
The monk stumbled back and Sylas shot forward, sliding to a stop by its side and punching out like lightning.
His fist came down onto its nose. The monk never got a chance to bend back forward, its brain matter splattering across the ground.
