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At first Kai blurred. In that instant, he ceased to be a blur. He became a storm. A living armored tempest sweeping through the battlefield like fate uncoiled. His movements didn't follow a pattern—they carved their own rhythm into the air. One step forward, and time itself seemed to stall.
The frogkin formation had seconds, no, fractions of seconds—to react.
The chain-tongue frog snapped his head forward, eyes gleaming with the certainty of a kill. A serrated blade shot from his throat on a mucus slick chain, slicing the air toward Kai's limbs. The chain screamed through the mist—
And cut through nothing.
"Too slow."
The voice came from behind. Then…
CRACK—!
Kai's foot drove into the frog's spine like a battering ram. The crack of bone echoed like war drums. The frogkin hurtled forward like a sack of broken meat—straight into the poison sacs of his teammate.
POP—!
Then…
HISSSSSHH—!
