Sylas' eyes sharpened. An attack was coming right his way, but his gaze shot up to the skies, feeling something shifting within it. He felt something that was eerily familiar.
He knew what the feeling was immediately. It was the vision he had seen within Gogo's Gene Lock. It was undeniable, that suffocating pressure from above.
But it wasn't coming toward him. It was at a distance? What was happening?
It was outside the range of his visualization. He couldn't grasp the details of what was happening at all. All he knew was that he was more than likely missing something quite important.
'Go.'
Sylas stomped a foot and shot into the air. An array of ranged attacks soared toward him, but he ignored them all, pouring his Will into his Scorpion Warlord Armor and sacrificing one limb after another in a continuous stream.
