Moves a short distance at a blur

Just then, Martin ghosted into the temple through the fourth door, making absolutely no sound, and it looked to me like the moment was freaking nigh. All of the Lords present were focused on me. The Red King stood intently distracted by Susan's light show, while his severed hand crawled its way up his leg and hopped over to his wounded arm, where rubbery tendrils of black ooze immediately extruded from whole and wounded flesh alike, and began intertwining.
Martin had walked into what had to be a Fellowship operative's wet dream: the Red King's naked back, and no one to stop him from going medieval on the leader of the vile edifice of power and terror that was the Red Court.
He took the machete from its sheath without a whisper of steel on nylon and drew back, readying himself to strike. There was an intensity of focus in his face that I had never seen before.
He closed the last two steps in a superquick blur, went into a spin, and I was getting ready to cheer -
- when his foot swept up to streak savagely through the air beneath the glowing white light.


Changes Chapter 48, page 509-510