He didn't aim for glory, but for vital organs, for the quickest path to survival. A hulking shadow demon lunged, its claws tearing through the air, but Springheel was already a step ahead, propelled by a sudden release of steam, leaving the creature grasping at empty space. He vaulted over fallen comrades and mangled demonic limbs, his eyes constantly scanning for the next threat, his movements economical and brutally efficient.