Understood

Wyatt reacted on instinct, his will to live far greater than his fear of death. With a flash, his Talent activated and his sword was already at Zarek's neck—fast and swift, harsh and quick…

But also predictable.

There was no variation, no surprise, no skill. Zarek's eyes didn't even flinch in the slightest as his body came to an abrupt stop. His knees compressed under the load, his quads bulging under the strain with such ferocity it seemed the pant leg of his sweats would shred to pieces.

Zarek's momentum came to a sudden stop, but the ground was too slippery between the piles of flesh and the Crimson Rain. At first glance, it looked as though Zarek had made a mistake that cost him his life. Without traction, how would he stop?

And yet, as he slid forward across the ground, Wyatt realized something…

His sword was moving too fast.

Chi.