Leaping, sprinting, abrupt halts, sharp turns, dropping prone—every tactical evasion maneuver executed seamlessly, various colors and calibers of tracer bullets constantly whizzing by, barely missing the body. Together, they sparkled like a dancer twirling amongst the stars.
The interplay of beauty and power created a stunning, almost ethereal scene.
However, if anyone were asked if they'd like to be in that "ethereal" painting, dancing with the Grim Reaper, the answer, including the person themselves, would be a resounding "NO".
Even the courageous Roland found himself nearly overwhelmed by the "Legion's" onslaught.