Orion and Raven's eyes locked in a fleeting moment of silent intensity. The air between them crackled with a tension so thick it felt tangible, like the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Orion barely had a moment to process before Raven—twisted, grotesque, and utterly transformed—vanished from sight.
Then, in the space of a heartbeat, he materialized before Orion with an unnatural, bone-chilling speed.
There was no warning, no sound—only the sudden blur of movement as Raven's clawed hand slashed downward in a brutal arc, his talons gleaming like onyx sickles poised to rend flesh from bone. Orion barely had time to react. Instinct took over, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He raised his forearm in a desperate attempt to block.
The impact was immediate and devastating.
