Fury distorting his features.
"YOU!!!"
Roshan moved.
Not toward the rogue—through the space where the rogue had been, crossing forty vertical feet in a single explosive leap that made the crowd below gasp in collective shock.
Faelyn's eyes couldn't even track the movement.
One moment Roshan was on the ground.
The next he was THERE, forty feet up, claws extended, pure killing intent radiating from every line of his body.
She'd never seen him move like that.
Never seen ANYONE move like that.
Pure predator.
Pure apex fury.
The kind of speed that shouldn't be possible, that defied physics, that made her brain struggle to process what her eyes were seeing.
'Holy SHIT—'
[HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT! FUR, DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT WAS—THAT WAS—]
Even Puffball sounded shocked.
Genuinely shocked.
[I've NEVER seen a beastfolk move that fast! Not in ANY of the data! That's CHIEF-level power, Fur! That's decades of evolution and training and raw PREDATOR compressed into a single leap!]
