TTTSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUU!

The arrow embodied the word. It didn't have to fold space, or shatter its way into the void. It was speed in its truest essence, velocity in its sharpest definition. 

It moved so quickly that it truly did seem to do all of those things, and yet both Leonel and Minerva, with their sharp Dream Force, knew that this wasn't the case at all. 

There was no curve, no tricks, no distortions. It felt like it was ancient in his creed and almost arrogant in its directness. 

And in that instant, it pierced right through Minerva's body, ripping into her chest before she could even think to move tot he side. 

TTTSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUU!