Two broken things collided in the fog.
Neither of them should have been standing.
Both of them refused to fall.
Revan burst forward, channeling Aura into his calves so hard that the ground beneath each step exploded backward.
He moved in sharp, jagged angles across the battlefield, changing direction every half-second, each burst carrying him three meters in a quarter-second.
Five positions in two seconds. Eight positions 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 appeared at the knight's left flank and drove blade through the gap between two loosened plates.
The edge bit deep, twisted, and ripped a chunk of armor free that spun into the fog trailing sparks.
Before the knight could turn, Revan was already behind it.
