Fluid

Sylas could hear the sound of his breathing in his ears, the hollow beat of his heart echoing from time to time. 

He could feel the hairs on his body tingling, a far greater pressure coming from Vaekra now than ever before. 

Somehow, she had recovered, but he… 

Something stirred within Sylas. It was a feeling like self-preservation, but far deeper than that. 

This battle, no matter what, he couldn't run, and he couldn't lose. 

Sylas' Mixed Martial Arts Comprehension seemed to activate on its own, lines of fog coming from his eyes as his focus seemed to haze over. 

BANG! 

Sylas vanished, the location he had been standing on erupting with piles of loose soil and shards of ice that came from his movement Skill.