Zarek tilted to the side, the lance ripping through the flesh of his shoulder just as his hips pivoted. The tearing pain of skin and then muscle being torn into rippled through his body with a heat almost as fiery as the one building in his heart.
Almost.
His pivot was just enough, the lance's tip slicing out of his skin and into the air, a streak of crimson blood following it.
Zarek's palm slapped out against the side of the lance, Harmonic Recall activating as he poured his intention into the weapon itself.
There was a sudden change in the air, and Zarek's Talent took precedent, cancelling the Skill.
'Excellent.'
Zarek's eyes flashed and his body began to move instinctually. He couldn't think. He didn't have to. His mind had already downloaded a Rolodex of memories, a top-tier understanding of the system ingrained into his very bones.
