Zephyrion was greeted by a dozen Gravemaws before he even hit the ground. Eyes wide open, fangs slick with saliva, their heads trembled violently as gravity distorted around them. He felt a heavy force slam against him, dragging him down towards their razor-sharp claws and fiendish teeth.
Grrr!
'Slip State.'
Blade trembling in his grip, he felt every force acting on him vanish. He spun, sending streaks of silver slicing through the air. They flashed across the Gravemaws, leaving dismembered bodies in their wake.
Zephyrion landed on the blood-soaked ground lighter than a feather, his gaze already fixed ahead. Another dozen or so Gravemaws were charging towards him, growling and snapping their jaws fiercely.
