Red's anger surged violently and burned hotter than the pain that tore through his body. Humiliation pressed down on him with crushing weight.
He forced his arms to move. His muscles trembled as he tried to push himself up from the shattered ground. His grip tightening around his sword with desperate intent to fight back.
But that intent never fully turned into action. Before he could rise, Myles was already there again as a flash of black surged forward, followed by another slash that cut across his body to reopen wounds that had barely begun to close.
The moment Red tried to retaliate, Myles had already disappeared from that position, leaving nothing behind except the lingering distortion of his movement and the next attack arriving from another angle.
The pattern repeated without pause. His every attempt to stand ended in failure and his every effort to counter was cut apart before it could even begin.
