Ren destroyed every beast in his path while launching himself at the maximum speed his last hidden element permitted.
The trajectory being a direct line toward where Ron lay bleeding. Abandoning all caution in favor of his raging urgency that tolerated no delay.
He was basically a blur.
Lightning made flesh and leaving a trail of destroyed mutants behind him.
Some defenders saw him pass and registered vaguely that it was Ren. But combat demanded attention and analyzing too closely was a luxury they couldn't afford when mutants were still coming.
Arriving at the upper breach, he found a scene making his fury intensify… And some softer feeling, difficult to appropriately name.
Because Min was kneeling beside Ron with his hands completely covered in blood.
Not just stains. Covered.
Like he'd plunged them into a crimson pool and pulled them out dripping. Red from fingertips to wrists and soaking into his sleeves.
