Adam hurried across the kitchen. Because of his increased senses and adrenaline-fueled state, the world appeared to slow down.
With a confused expression on his face, the assassin at the stove was simply turning his head. Half-lifted from the hot meat in the pan, he held a knife. He never got around to using it.
Adam stopped from hitting. He did not struggle. He threw himself into the air. With a forceful side kick, his leg snapped out. It was a subconscious act of violence, a move that originated from absorbed combat skills.
There was an awful crack as the toe of his shoe struck the side of the assassin's head.
The force of the blow was immense far beyond what a seventeen-year-old boy should be able to generate.
The head of the assassin swung sideways. For a brief moment, his body flew into the air before crashing with the kitchen shelf next to the stove.
