The leopard obeyed instantly.
It began circling the scorpion at blistering speed, paws barely touching the ground. Its agility stat of 6.8 rendered its body into streaks of pale motion, ghostlike images multiplying in the scorpion's compound vision.
Ten seconds passed.
Even Kiara found it difficult to pinpoint the original form among the shifting blurs.
Another ten seconds.
The scorpion grew agitated.
It stabbed repeatedly at empty air, its stinger slamming into dirt, pincers snapping futilely through afterimages. Dust rose in chaotic spirals as it lashed out blindly.
Irritation escalated into fury.
It spun in place and expelled a thick cloud of poisonous gas, the vapor rolling outward in a sickly green haze.
The Ice Leopard was caught within it.
Kiara felt the feedback instantly. The poison was potent, designed for large prey.
"Now," she commanded.
The Ice Leopard activated Rush.
