Lightning sparked around Sylas, lanes of curved emerald crystals arching through the air. His feet landed on them and he zipped by the attack of one, slipping past a second as he prepped an attack.
He pulled the staff back almost like he was gearing up a baseball bat. He stored so much strength in it that it bent on the pull back, then snapped forward when his hips unleashed all the torque he had stored up.
BANG.
A monkey shattered into a rain of blood on impact.
The crimson scattered in motes of red and gold, sprinkling onto the tree and being quickly absorbed.
Sylas leapt from his track of emerald crystal, landing on a branch that bobbed to accommodate his weight. He didn't seem to notice that there was a drop to infinity beneath him at all, his confidence in his own stride shining as bright as the sun.
BANG.
The branch bent again and Sylas unleashed carnage.
