Michael pierced a great volume of heat.
Words half-eaten by speed reached him, but he didn’t care to decipher them. Two voices talked to him, fully discernible. One was mocking him, but he didn’t know where the voice was, and the other sounded familiar but no more recognizable.
There was no one in the world but the silver-masked man.
Speed Ninja was just slitting a blonde girl’s throat when he noticed Michael coming. He turned around and attempted to speak, but Michael, who had been screaming the whole way, dove for him without a moment’s pause.
Speed Ninja stepped out of the way and kicked Michael’s legs, successfully tripping him. Michael tumbled across the floor, but not even for a full second. He snarled his way back up and charging Speed Ninja, who simply laughed and met his attac
