The air collapsed as Kingsley's knee met no opposition, the force dispersing violently into empty space, and the moment his feet touched the earth again, Kingsley blurred once more, the ground beneath him shattering from the pressure of his acceleration. Half an hour had already passed within his one-hour limit, yet he couldn't understand how Aaaninja was reacting to each and every one of his attacks with such unnatural ease.
He was supposed to be the best at close-quarter combat, the undisputed apex of hand to hand exchanges, Aaaninja wasn't supposed to be keeping up, but he was, matching him step for step as though everything Kingsley did had already been predicted and rehearsed.
