Ethan was quietly stunned himself.
He had felt it most clearly while running through that combat sequence. Every strike seemed to carry an additional force behind it, something he hadn't consciously put there. Perhaps it was because he hadn't used such a straightforward, brutal fighting style in so long.
Each movement sent a pleasant ache through his muscles, stretching them in a way that was strangely soothing, almost like sinking into a warm bath after a long day. That was why he'd lost himself in the rhythm, running through the same sequence over and over without even realizing how many times he'd repeated it. The sheer satisfaction of it was intoxicating.
Thaddeus, however, saw something entirely different.
