Unlike the plants that were under his control, Mason had a fire burning within his veins that empowered him, rather than turning him into ash. Danger was at every turn. Swordsmen approaching from his left, archers hanging back on his right, and Monstrosities facing him dead on. But none of it intimidated him. Instead, it empowered him.
“ALRIGHT MOTHER F*CKERS! LET’S GO!” Mason shouted at his enemies.
With his toes planted firmly in the ground, Mason channeled the momentum building within him and launched himself across the battlefield like a shooting star. Zooming past the soldiers, Keith, and Piper, he went right after the large, intimidating brute that has had it out for him since their first meeting.
“Come here, ugly,” Mason taunted Owen as he grabbed him by the throat, slammed him into the ground, and slid him across the grass.
“Ack! Get off…” Owen struggled to speak with Mason’s hands around his neck.