Percieves normal humans as moving in slow motion while in combat

Then he fought back, throwing a wild punch. She rolled backward. His fist whiffed the air and her fingertips settled onto the concrete floor as she eased into a low crouch at his feet. She had to wait for him to stand. It took forever. He wasn’t much faster than a person, not at all.
But she could smell some person in him. The asura wasn’t in a hollow, strictly speaking; there was something of the human being left. She didn’t want to kill the person if he wasn’t either evil or completely gone, but getting Splat out of the human would be tricky. There were tales of holy men who could draw out an asura with words from their Almighty, but monsters had a messier alternative.
Pain.
He cocked his fists and she shot in low, wove a dance around his two blows, and vaulted onto his chest. Her deft fingers gripped one of his incisors and she leapt over him.
“Fuck! Fucking fuck!” He clutched his face and Ryn tossed the incisor aside.


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