Jagger's body moved before thought caught up. Corrupted Surge roared through him in one savage pulse as he threw himself sideways and intercepted her mid-lunge. He caught her around the waist and drove her off course, both of them smashing through the side of the couch in a splintering crash. Cushions burst. Wood snapped. The whole frame overturned beneath them.
"Get away from them!" Jagger roared.
She snarled in his face and clawed at him again, wild now, feral.
Jagger caught her wrist with one hand, cocked the other back, and screamed, "FRENZY!"
The skill detonated through him.
Heat flooded his limbs in a violent spike. The world constricted to motion, blood, impact, and kill. Every wound, every scream behind him, every hiss from Ophilia blurred into a single red thread pulling him forward. His crimson eyes seemed to burn brighter as Frenzy stacked over Corrupted Surge, feeding his speed, feeding his fury, feeding the savage rhythm taking over his body.
