[i]Zach wasn't one to wait; he launched himself forward, his feet pounding into the ground as he accelerated to his top speed in only a few steps, twenty three miles an hour. His straight sword was at his right side, gripped tightly with both his gloved hands. He was soon just in front of Damien, and turned in his dash so his right side was facing the man, swinging upwards diagonally with the blade, from his bottom right to his top left; Damien's bottom left to top right.[/i]