Darno's arms stayed locked in the same guarded position they had been in before, but this time, he began to advance.
The movement was slow, deliberate , a measured prowl rather than a rush. His feet slid across the mat with barely a sound, his body held perfectly upright. To anyone watching, it almost looked like he was walking in slow motion.
Wolf tilted his head slightly. In theory, he could simply step back and circle around the platform. If this had been a real fight, he could have disengaged entirely, retreating and waiting for a better opening. At this pace, Darno should never have been able to corner him.
So why does it feel like he's closing in on me?
Wolf's sharp eyes followed the subtle shift of Darno's shoulders, the slight rotation of his hips that kept his center of gravity perfectly balanced.
