The first sphere shot towards Gray.
FWIP—whoosh!
Gray ducked, the sphere skimming past his ear. Another came low, and he sidestepped, barely avoiding the sting.
But then—
BAM!
"Urgh—" His ribs caught another.
BAM!
BAM!
"Shit—!"
He clenched his teeth and tried to listen harder, relying on the faint thrum in the air, the shift of pressure against his skin.
Sometimes he managed to move just right, slipping past the spheres by inches. Other times, they slammed into him mercilessly.
By the time the machine wound down, his shirt was clinging to his back with sweat.
He pulled the blindfold free, exhaling hard.
[Not much of an improvement.]
Jasmine said flatly.
[You're still relying on guesses, not instinct. At this rate, it'll take months before you're even halfway decent.]
Gray frowned, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. He didn't bother answering her. Something felt off.
His body… it was subtle, but he noticed it.
