The chase stopped feeling like a tag and started feeling like a disaster tearing through the city.
He met me head-on. The air was his territory, every gust and blade under his complete control.
swoosh!
swoosh!
swoosh!
Blades of compressed air screamed past me, invisible until buildings began to break.
Windows exploded. Steel bent. Concrete ripped free as if the city were made of paper.
One strike hit a tower two blocks away. The building folded inward with a deep, hollow boom.
Floor after floor collapsed, sending rubble crashing down into the streets. Dust rose in a thick gray cloud.
Now I understood why S Ranks were never allowed to fight inside a city. Every step, every attack, turned the place into a death trap.
Another blade came from the side. I twisted in midair, but it still clipped my back. The force alone ripped through my fur and skin, and the shockwave hurled me through a billboard and straight into an office building.
