Page 100 of Amethyst and Iron
It had two dozen of the vampires stilling in shock, pausing in their step.
Remnant didn’t miss a beat and in a single burst of speed along the first row of them, he slashed his talons through their throats, decapitating them all in quick succession.
Some of them pulled stakes from their sleeves—as if a simple, regular stake could kill an Ancient Vampire.
He burst forward, tore one from the grip of the closest, then burst behind them with that totally eclipsing speed of his and rapid-fire staked another ten through the back, piercing the hearts of every single one with incredible accuracy.
Battle cries sounded and the remaining eighteen surged forward.
I saw those embroiled in the meeting below finally register the attack.
Remnant flitted in and out of my vision then as they encircled him, trying to box him in, surround him, more stakes drawn, fangs glistening in the muted light of the lone bulbs barely illuminating the corridor.
He spun so fast that he managed to lift off the ground. It wasn’t even a leap, it was… supernatural physiology slamming up against physics, or something.
He smashed into the catwalk above and used his body as a battering ram to tear it apart until pieces came crashing down, heavy metal and rebars.
He snatched up a sheet of metal, then whipped it at four vampires, decapitating them all at once with the metal ripping through flesh and bone alike from the force of his strength.
Two jumped at his back, but he caught them both mid-leap, then tossed them into six others, downing all eight. He staked them with several bursts of motion
The remaining ones lunged at him all at once, but he evaded them, jerking to the side, and they all ran themselves into the wall instead, grunting and hissing.
Remnant snatched up a rebar and ripped through their throats, three at once, then spinning and catching the remaining three, heads rolling all over the place.
“Take him!”somebody called out from down below where more than another one hundred and fifty assholes stood.
Remnant leaped into the fray.
It seemed like a hell of a reckless move.
He was basically jumping down into a kill box.
His leather jacket swept behind him like a cape as he plunged the one-hundred-foot drop to the concrete ground below.
The moment he touched down, I realized it was far from reckless and an absolute strategic move.
Especially as I saw about forty magic-wielders calling their power, all prepared to fire upon him at once.
His boots hit the ground, but not just to land.
No. He put the full force of his strength and power into it, and the entire ground fractured, sending shockwaves through the reinforced foundation.
Holy. Fuck.
A seismic shock!
How the—
The couple of remaining catwalks over on the other side of the space shuddered, one ripping from the wall on one side and creaking painfully as it swung down, back and forth like a broken pendulum.
Concrete walls and even those made of that hefty titanium cracked—in several fucking places, one wall even crumbling entirely under the pressure.
It knocked out the power of the magic-wielders. At least four dozen lost their balance and ended up on their asses.
He’d just broken through the kill box situation, destabilized it, and prevented them from amassing against him, cutting right through an attempt at a coordinated strike.
“It’s fuckingRemnantin the flesh,” somebody spoke.
