Reacts to Levi charge

As though summoned by my words, Leviathan rose from the bay, water pouring off his limbs and down his chest. This close, now, I could see the glow of his four lopsided eyes and the thick cords of sculpted muscle that lined his neck and chest. If I focused, I could even see the glimmer of each individual scale.

He was moving again a heartbeat later, dashing so fast that he ran across the water of the bay as though it was solid ground. The others, the people around and behind me, even the likes of the veterans who had had the chance to see Leviathan in action, they wouldn’t be able to react fast enough, not to something moving at something approaching Mach speeds. It was simply too fast.

I could.

My bow was already up as Leviathan reached the halfway point between Lord Camelot and the shore. I had already nocked and arrow along the bowstring, already begun to pull it back, to draw the bow to its fullest extent. By the time he drew closer to the Boardwalk, still a whole hundred yards away, the tension had reached its highest point and the string was cutting into the meat of my fingers, a minor sting.