Chapter 60: The Hunger
In terms of raw speed, Hugo did not impress. If it came down to a race, Paul would have beaten him by a decent margin. Rather, it was his skill that stood out. The way he ran, it was reminiscent of parkour, paying close attention to his centre of gravity and his environment. Flicking his head left and right, subtle yet effective.
"Over here!" Hugo announced. Garnering the attention he wanted, he grinned and cocked a fist back.
Dasha’s vision went white. ’I can’t see—!’
His arms instinctively went over to his eyes, covering them. The next he knew, Hugo had completely obliterated the Rakshasa. Hugo landed a second strike and another dazzling light came over.
"W-what the hell is going on!?" Jack screamed through the light. He was closer and therefore hit harder from the overbearing light. Everybody had seemingly stopped fighting and waited for another strike, another dazzling display of destruction.
And it happened. Dasha could hear a grunt and the illusionary Rakshasas dissipated, one by one. A systematic dismantling of them with zero resistance.
"These things aren’t that tough!"
Hugo’s exclamation was met with complaint. Specifically from the loudmouths, Jack and Sylvia.
"Turn that shit off!"
"Agreed! My aim is shit!"
Sylvia’s plight did not impress Jack and he shouted louder, "It’s always shit!"