The ground cracked under the bulls' charge, a single thundering wall of muscle and heat bearing down on the crater.
Rudrean exhaled.
Then stepped into them.
Heavenfall Wind turned light, and his body slipped forward, frictionless. He slid between the first bull's horns like smoke through a narrow gap. His fingers dragged across its neck as he passed, flickering bright like crimson lasers.
Phoenix Flame followed the motion. A thin strand of deep red spread from the point of contact, creeping inward through the lattice like fire racing along a hidden fuse.
The bull's head separated cleanly from its body.
No sound. No resistance.
The body ran forward for several steps before collapsing and vanishing.
Rudrean did not stop.
His palms came together, compressing Heavenfall Wind into a dense, flat disc. For a brief moment, it appeared as a distorted plane of air, its edges sharp and defined like invisible steel.
He drove it into the ground between four converging bulls.
