Zalvek fled without apparent destination until he saw them, a small group of dispersed human soldiers.
His mind, accelerated by perception at maximum, calculated in an instant: he needed just some to finish his ten level 10 kills to cross the barrier and return.
The opportunity was perfect.
He became a blur of lethal movement. His claws found neck after neck with surgical precision, each death bringing him closer to his objective. The exhausted humans, even with their system armor, had no chance against his transformed speed as they arrived scattered.
The last neck needed for his count of 10 separated from its shoulders just as Zentros's mental voice arrived like a desperate cry:
'RUN!'
He didn't need to be told twice.
He was already moving.
The requirement was complete, but the time lost ensuring the kills had been costly. His comrades couldn't contain the monstrous usurper parasite for long, the mental connection had already shown him how they fell one after another.
