The Fall of Falcon Scott (14)

The swarm of brood beasts descended upon Sunny and Master Jet. The two of them moved with speed that would have seemed utterly inhuman to mundane soldiers, if any of them had remained nearby… curiously enough, a Master would have been stunned just as much.

Both Ascended Irregulars were showing a level of physical prowess that only those with extremely powerful combat Aspects were supposed to possess.

Soul Reaper's glaive turned into a blur as she spun it, dissecting scores of the ghastly abominations. The beautiful jade jian danced like a feather, harvesting life after life.

Of course, neither Sunny nor Jet remained static, moving across the wide expanse of the battlement like a hurricane of cutting steel. They danced between the attacking Nightmare Creatures, never remaining in one spot long enough to be buried under their onslaught.