Adam regained his stance quickly.
Before the assassin fell and touched the ground, Adam drove his foot into the assassin's side, launching him upward.
The assassin's back slammed into the ceiling with a dull thud before gravity began to pull him back down.
Two seconds.
That was the window before he hit the floor again.
'You won't be able to vanish into the shadows while you're up there.'
Adam drew his fist back. This was not a feint like his first attack.
The gauntlet's surface glowed faintly, resonating with the force building in his arm.
All his weight, and Aura went into that strike.
His fist shot forward like a bullet—
The assassin disappeared.
Adam's eyes widened slightly.
'He entered a shadow? But there's no—'
Then he realized.
'His own shadow.'
Even in midair, there were shadows.
The thin shadows beneath a chin, the ones along the curve of a fist, and under the arm.
