Grace
I opened my eyes to see Kent standing right in front of the handlebars. He had moved with a speed that made absolutely no sense for his size, intercepting the runaway motorcycle before it could strike the tree. He had caught the entire front frame of the moving motorcycle with one single hand, his thick, scarred fingers clamped securely around the metal fork guard. He held the heavy motorcycle completely still, stopping its forward momentum and its tilt mid-air as if it weighed absolutely nothing.
I stared at his hand, then up at his calm, dark face. The physical impossibility of what he had just done made my brain stall out completely. A normal human would have had their arm shattered or been dragged under the tires, but Kent hadn't even shifted his weight.
"You need to focus, Gr
