Sylas took a breath and looked up to find One had suddenly started streaking toward him. The man moved fast, sharp, so quick it was like he was in one location at one moment, and in the next he was already moving with a vengeance toward him. The violence with which he cut across the air was unlike something even a falling meteor could mimic.
And yet, in Sylas' eyes, he seemed incredibly, so very slow.
'Interesting.' Sylas thought.
He had only embodied lightning for a short time, but the sparking lines that made up everything made him feel as though distance had very little meaning. It was like getting from one point to the next wasn't a matter of thought and intention, but instead a matter of feeling an attractive center and focusing on it, an attraction to a charge that made you feel whole.
