Not Enough
Leonel moved like lightning, his agility hitting a completely different level. Every time he came across a Shield Cross Star member, he slaughtered them without mercy.
Although he didn't think about it much, it was almost amusing how difficult it used to be for him to kill. But he felt like he was a boulder one had rolled up from the bottom of a steep mountain. He reached the other side now and was tumbling with such speed that it was hard to tell what would happen when he got down to the bottom. Would he smoothly roll out and crush everything in his path? Or…
Would he smash himself into countless little pieces?
Leonel turned another corner, but this time his fist flashed, coated with a beautiful gold, black armor. Death Force erupted from in a raging steam. It didn't seem to want to form into something solid, preferring to be an amorphous fog akin to Dark Force, but Leonel's Mage Core compressed it down, forcing it into a gauntlet that smashed through.