Zephyr didn't hesitate. With a powerful surge of aura, he accelerated again, aiming not for the towering Mistborn titan currently locked in combat with the Baron, but for the swarm of lower-rank Mistborns that constantly surged around its legs.
These lesser fiends, though individually weak, were a persistent nuisance, trying to distract the Baron with their desperate lunges or land superficial cuts to wear him down. Zephyr was sure the Baron could end the Alpha on his own if not for their relentless interventions.
Swoosh-!
He moved like a monster himself, his blade a blur. One Mistborn dissolved mid-lunge, its vortex-head severed before it could scream. Another lost its legs to a sweeping cut, its form crumbling into mist. A third barely registered his approach before his saber punched through its head.
"Hah!"
The Baron's exhale was half-laugh, half-relief as he felt the pressure ease. From the corner of his eye, he caught Zephyr's movements - precise, ruthless, efficient.
