Two hours had passed since my little spar with the giant ape. Ragnar was back in the middle of the cemetery, sitting cross-legged like a sulking monk. He hadn't spoken a word since then, his eyes closed, though I could feel the irritation rolling off him. I couldn't really blame him, no one liked being beaten, especially not someone like him.
I had quite literally wiped the graves with his ass, and he knew it. Even with me handicapping myself, he hadn't managed to land a single clean blow. That fact gnawed at him, and it showed in the heavy silence.
During the spar, I hadn't used strength, speed, or even a second law. The only thing I relied on was my fresh comprehension of the Minor Law of Time. I bent the fight with ripples of it, and it worked better than I'd expected.
