“Pray tell,” said Drakkon. “What sort of power can possibly surpass my own?”

Vergil unsheathed his sword for less than a nanosecond. In a single swift motion, he drew the blade and returned it to its sheathe.

“Quantum Power.”

Cuts opened along Drakkon’s body. The veins in his wrists split in half. Wanton stabs were littered across his shoulders. A single swift cut left a scar along his abdomen. All the wounds did no significant damage, his healing powers patched up the wounds within mere seconds. He didn’t worry about the damage of the strikes. He worried about the speed.

He always heard rumblings of Ranger powers beyond the spectrum of colors. Quantum sounded the most lethal, the hardest to maintain, and the least likely to actually exist. Control over the concept of time itself. It only occurred to him now that that “doppelganger” was no mere clone. If he truly had Quantum Power, then there only existed one explanation. He increased his speed to such an incredible degree that he appeared motionless while moving.

- LetterSequence Round 5