The moment Fin's aura flared, the heavy door behind him hissed open.
The S-rank guard moved. Not walking, just… appearing inside the room, a blur of black armor moving with impossible speed. A fist wreathed in crackling black energy lashed out, aimed straight at Fin's head.
Fin dodged purely on instinct, leaning back, the blow whistling past inches from his face. The air crackled where the fist passed, raw destructive power radiating from the missed strike. His senses screamed. This wasn't the brute force of the beastmen; this was refined, lethal energy.
He skidded back across the floor, landing lightly in a low crouch, the green light in his eyes burning brighter. The initial shock faded, replaced by something else. A cold, sharp thrill.
A real fight.
Killing intent, raw and potent, poured off him, a tangible pressure joining his already overwhelming aura. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
