I didn't waste another second on hesitation or second-guessing my decision.
The nearest Infected was already close enough that I could see the decay spreading across its face, skin sloughing off in patches to reveal discolored tissue and bone beneath, milky eyes tracking my movements.
I moved first.
Pushing off with my leg, I launched myself forward in a explosive burst of speed that would have been impossible before bonding with Dullahan. The Symbiote's power surged through my muscles, amplifying every movement and making my body respond with precision that felt almost supernatural.
The lead Infected barely had time to raise its grasping hands before I was already inside its reach.
I ducked low beneath its outstretched arms, feeling the displaced air as rotting fingers passed inches above my head. My hand axe came up in a tight, controlled arc, not a wild swing but a precisely aimed strike targeting the creature's knee joint.
