Two broken things collided in the fog.
Neither of them should have been standing.
Both of them refused to fall.
Revan burst forward, charging without a shred of hesitation. He channeled Aura into his calves so hard that the ground beneath each step exploded backward.
He cut through the battlefield in sharp, jagged angles, snapping into a new direction every half-second.
Each burst propelled him three meters in a mere quarter-second. Five positions in two seconds. Eight in three.
The afterimages of his manifested shroud lingered in the fog like ghosts, dark smears of black energy that dissolved a heartbeat after he'd already moved on.
CLANG.
He lunged at the knight's left flank, driving his blade through a gap in the loosened plates.
The edge bit deep. With a violent twist, he ripped a chunk of armor free, sending it spinning into the fog in a trail of sparks.
Before the knight could turn, Revan was already behind it.
