The slumbering dragon before him unwittingly offered Ryan the chance to accumulate his power fully for a decisive "sleep kill."
His contemplation was fleeting; on the expansive tree stump, Ryan's body was a coiled spring. For three intense seconds, he harnessed his energy, his muscles straining and spirituality surging to near-breaking point. He felt like a boiler under mounting pressure, ready to burst if not swiftly relieved.
With a ferocious cry of "Kill!" he initiated his attack. His battle cry, [High-spirited War Cry], boosted his morale and further enhanced his strength and speed. With a warrior's grace and the precision of a seasoned hunter, Ryan unleashed his attack, his silver-blue sword slicing through the air toward the neck of the Static Thunder Dragon.