"Go on!" Marvin shouted over. And just like before, Tom's vision tunneled. It at first expanded as if the distance increased before making Tom feel as if he fell down the hole of said distance, closing it in a single second.
And then, everything returned to the usual look, with a red path calmly hanging in the air.
'I think I get it now,' Tom thought, allowing the path to take over his movements.
His spear flew forward. By the time he closed half of the distance, he somehow changed the hold over his spear, holding it like some kind of long-handled ax.
And then he swung it down, cleaning the last remaining orc from its shoulder all the way to its belt.
'Fuck,' Tom thought, his muscles exploding in pain. The swing of his spear, combined with all the power he had to infuse in the strike, brought his muscles well beyond what they would normally be capable of doing.