If it hadn't been for Michael severely holding back his punch, Ryn would have been sent flying, along with anyone standing nearby, to the other side of the road.
Even so, the restrained blow carried enough force to shock everyone around.
Michael Norman.
The name alone carried weight. Anyone who knew even fragments of what he had done during the unified exams would understand that he wasn't an ordinary being. Yet, since most hadn't seen it firsthand, they attributed his feats to his undead. It wasn't entirely wrong—but it wasn't exactly right either.
Ryn, of course, wasn't a fool. His arrogant confidence wasn't entirely baseless bravado. He had approached Michael not just to intimidate him, but to gauge his reaction—to be close enough to counter if Michael decided to summon one of his undead.
From Ryn's perspective, this was even better.
