You are prey. A predator has you in its sights. Run or die.
Forty soldiers broke immediately, their discipline shattering under the weight of supernatural dread. They threw down their weapons and ran, screaming, their minds unable to cope with the existential horror of being hunted by something that registered as apex predator.
The remaining two hundred sixty soldiers held their ground, but Satou could see their hands shaking, see the wideness of their eyes, see the way they gripped weapons with white-knuckled desperation.
Good. Fear made prey easier to kill.
He launched himself into their formation.
[ENHANCED AGILITY] + [BERSERK MODE BOOST]
His speed was supernatural. One moment standing over the officer's corpse, the next moment in the middle of the human formation, his claws tearing through armor like paper.
