Runs fts

The Leviathan I raced towards had stopped reacting to attacks, even the bright, powerful beams of light that Legend and Purity shot at him. His skin was glowing in several different spots from them, and black ichor coated his body nearly as thoroughly as the rain had, even as it got washed away almost as quickly as it spilled.

His own attacks had become more precise, more brutal. He was not exactly going exclusively for killshots, but he also wasn’t moving slowly enough for people to dodge, anymore.

“Mama Bear down, CA-2. Woebegone deceased, CA-2.”

I put on another spurt of speed, ignoring the glass that shattered around me as I broke the sound barrier for the hundredth time today. I took aim, again, for his tail, at the base of his spine, because it wouldn’t neuter him completely, but without his tail, he’d be at least a little less dangerous, and as I got close enough, I leapt, preparing my Noble Phantasm.