Redford smiled, his teeth glinting in the half-light, and his hair, now untethered by gravity, floated upward in shimmering strands, drawn skyward as if charged with invisible static.
Kai tensed. A cold breeze tickled his arm, and then...
Shhk.
He gasped.
A blade was embedded in his upper arm. Deep. Clean. He hadn't even seen Redford move.
Pain bloomed a moment later, delayed by sheer adrenaline. Kai yelped and stumbled backward, yanking the sword free in a splash of red. He clutched the wound instinctively, blood running hot through his fingers.
'What's with everyone relying on speed lately?' he thought bitterly, blinking rapidly.
He barely had time to recover before...
A flash of colour moved before Kai's eyes.
Pain again. Another cut, this time slicing across his opposite forearm.
"Dammit!" he hissed. He hadn't even had time to think, just stood there, trying to process the first strike.
This wasn't going to work.
