The air buzzed with tension. Like a stretched thread about to snap.
David took a slow step forward and then the world snapped.
A sharp crack split the air behind him, as if space itself had been torn apart. Wind burst outward in violent spirals. His figure blurred, almost erased from my vision for half a breath.
He reappeared just inches away from me, mid-swing.
His body moved with terrifying precision, every muscle locked in a single, perfect motion. His coat flared wildly behind him, caught in the wake of his sudden momentum. Strands of his hair flew across his face, but his eyes were locked onto mine with unwavering focus.
And then his fist came down, glowing with the twin forces of convergence and rejection. His fist glowed with twin energies.
One felt like it was pulling everything toward it.
The other, like it wanted to explode away.
"[Polar Hammer]," he whispered.
Everything happened too fast even for my mind to track and I could not dodge properly.
