Sharp blooms of pain erupted over his body. He fell to the floor trying to regain balance but he already knew—he couldn't draw anymore.
He could still move his hands—but barely. His muscles felt like they were both numb and burning. But the assailant wasn't backing down.
He slid into his stance like flipping a switch— calm face, but his whole body buzzing, ready to launch.
Feet spread just wider than shoulder width, the rear foot angled out, the front foot pointing toward the opponent. Light on the balls of his feet, heels barely kissing the ground, so he can spring forward or vanish back in a blink.
His knees stay bent, giving him that coiled-spring energy.
"Oh shit." Aegon cursed as he watched him take his position. He already knew who this was.
Though not remembering everyone he could always recall the most important heroes and villains in the novel. And seeing his stance alone he could already tell he was going to get his ass kicked.
