Dashawn
My f*cker moved first. He had a wicked looking sickle, that sh*t would hurt if it got me. I stood still as he lunged towards me. At the last minute, I blocked his arm with mine, and headbutted him. He staggered back, his nose bursting with blood. I heard the crack instantly and I smiled. He froze for a minute, his eyes widening. Lyla’s instructions, about using all my senses and using the feel of the surrounding air, had me moving swiftly like a deadly dance coming for my opponent. The d*ck blocked, he was good, but he wasn’t better than me. Around me, I kept my ears open, I could hear grunts, cracks, as bones broke, screams and yells. I could hear knives clashing and curses, under multiple people’s breaths. My focus, however, was on the man in front of me.
I ducked as the
