Streams of water trickled from the sharp edges of the fan and landed in the mud, hammering it and letting tiny drops of mud sprinkle on Kai's face as he ducked under the fan with just an inch left between him and the passing edge. Kai rushed inside the man and hammered three short punches to the body, ribs, stomach, and ribs again like he practiced with the sandbags.
The man's expression changed, tightening from happiness to the mixture of sadness and pain.
Kai pushed further, ready to strike the blade of the daggers to the man's throat, but just as he moved the daggers upward, the man dropped his elbow and slammed it hard at the back of Kai's neck. Everything Kai had seen flashed in a white glow in his vision for a moment before hitting his face to the ground, making the rainwater splash over his lips.
