Zarek's feet slammed into the back of the sixth Gladius' head, pulling on his whip hard and grinding him into minced meat. The only tender pieces of flesh revealed by the man were torn into, but it was clear at a glance that it wasn't Zarek's Strength that allowed it.
As the sixth Gladius faded, Zarek took a deep breath, his arm inflamed. Too much of that first attack had torn into his flesh, and the searing pain was very much still there.
The Matrix beneath them slowly lost its glow, and a piece of Gladius' head appeared behind where he had once been.
Gladius' own formation had torn him to pieces.
'It's going to change again.'
The fire in Zarek was only growing. His back sank slightly, his upright posture becoming a hint rounded as he poured Godsfall into the creation of a new crossbow-shield.
He wrapped his Lurker's Whip into a palm again, its loose loops dangling in a curl of oozing black as Zarek slowly walked, encircling the glowing seventh platform.
