I spat blood to the side and shook my arm until sensation returned. "Like I said, warming up,"
He watched me.
That was perhaps the most infuriating part of it all.
He wasn't angry. He wasn't excited. He wasn't even curious. He looked at me the way one would look at a door being pushed by a stubborn child.
Fine.
If he wanted new, I'd give him new.
My blood began to boil.
Not metaphorically either. It heated inside my veins as my Qi rotation sped up. My heartbeat hammered louder and louder until every pulse sounded like a war drum. The pain in my arm didn't vanish, but it became distant, as if it belonged to another poor bastard standing somewhere behind me.
The training with the Red Sun flashed through my mind.
Again.
Again.
Again.
