'Is this because I possessed Aiden's body? Not only did I inherit his memories, but also his reflexes, traits, skills, and much more? Things that used to terrify me, like having a lunatic trying to stab me, now barely even faze me.'
"Brad, what the hell are you doing?!" the second thug finally barked, unable to bear it any longer watching his buddy keep repeating swing and miss.
"Huff… huff… this guy's fast," Brad wheezed, sweat dripping down his temple. "I can't hit him no matter what."
Snarling, he lunged forward once more.
This time, I didn't just dodge.
As his dagger came slicing toward my ribs, I pivoted on my back foot, letting the blade pass within an inch of my shirt. Before he could retract his arm, I dropped my weight, crouched low, and slammed my fist into the meat of his forearm.
"Ah!" he screamed as the dagger clattered to the ground.
