Maximus could move fast. Maximus could move very fast, if he wanted to, and he had launched himself towards Wesker, knife at the ready--

But he wasn't fast enough. He wasn't nearly fast enough to stop that inhuman blow.

He watched Morrigan crumple to the ground and fury rose through his blood.

He didn't say anything. Didn't yell, or scream. He didn't even pause - merely extending his stride to where Wesker now was rather than where he had expected him to be - knife in his hand and aimed squarely for the dip in the back of the neck (he knew where it was, even under the parka) - seven inches of blade coming down with full force.

There was no time for hesitation, when one was walking with Gods and Monsters.