"You're quite fast," Erik said, observing Bill's rapid movements with a calculating gaze. "But I can't help but wonder about your stamina. How long can you keep up with me? Every movement you make, every attack you dodge, every invisible hand you create—they all drain your energy reserves. I can see the strain in your movements already."
"Long enough."
Erik's plant tendrils whipped through the ranks of foot soldiers at devastating speed. The reinforced vegetation sliced cleanly through armor and bone, sending crimson sprays across the hangar floor as dozens of soldiers fell. Those caught in the attack had no chance to scream before the metallic tendrils tore through their bodies.