Stone blurred past in layered corridors and open spans, shadows sliding and reforming as Quinlan moved through them at a rapid pace that wasted no motion. His senses were stretched outward rather than merely focused ahead, already having an inkling of what this game is about.
He was meant to sense, to understand, to notice where he would be struck from.
The 'game' was as such. If they could live for three minutes or dodge a single strike, they won.
If they got struck, they lost.
A simple game, designed by the drow female who appeared quite playful to Quinlan.
But he liked the premise of the game. If he could react to an assassin of her caliber, then he should gain immense benefits.
That said, reacting to one of the best, if not the best, primordial assassins trying to kill you was a challenge that sounded outright impossible.
However, Quinlan was more than ready to give it his all.
