Ryu's furious howl seemed to resonate with the Heavens themselves, his actions fueled by a will that made the clouds crack with thunder and the air split with lightning.
The moment his words fell, he wasted not a single moment. His blood thirstiness pierced through the souls of those before him, his slow gait becoming the rhythm their hearts chose to beat at.
His pace couldn't be wavered for the likes of those before him. He moved as he pleased, acted as he wanted, his every step being just as unfettered as the last.
One youth after another fell to his hands, their cheery excitement from earlier vanishing into thin air. Screams of horror and pain should have followed, but many didn't even get the chance to do even that. Each fell to a single blow, their weakness being on full display.