Race

Ryu vanished into the cloud of smoke, his footsteps so light that a single tap to the ground sent him zooming forward several hundred meters. 

His pupils flickered from side to side at blinding speeds, quickly finding blind spots amidst the beasts and using them to slaughter wantonly. 

Ryu's figure was like a fluttering wind, appearing to the backs of unsuspecting beasts and lighting them afire in a furious blaze with his halberd.

Like clockwork, the enraged beasts would lash out at those around them, furious that the end of their lives was quickly approaching and causing a cascading impact toward the overall situation. 

Yet, in all this time, no one managed to lay eyes on the culprit. Ryu was too fast, his cloak's abilities too heaven defying, and his craftiness too overwhelming.