Speed

The woman took a step back and made ready to ram her way through
the door. D sprinted. With a piercing shriek, the window panes flew
outward in shards and a sudden gust of wind rushed in. Screams arose in the next room.

D could discern each and every individual noise. Even before the
woman could smash herself against the door, something in the next room
made the door buckle out from the inside. Screws shot from the hinges. A
concussive blast erupted, and splintery chunks of the door ripped into the
wooden floor, blowing shards of the broken windows outward. All without
a sound.

The woman was now in a corner of the room. A guttural cry had been
heard, but it had died in the shadows of a black coat. Just as the door
splintered, D had taken the woman under his arm and leapt to safety. And it
had taken less than a second for the buckling door to fly to pieces. His
speed was ungodly.

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