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/Punch!.../
"..."
Throughout all the possible scenarios he envisioned, Testros did not imagine this possibility.
Maybe it was because he was on the verge of death, but in this split second, he felt the world slow down to a crawl, and so did his body.
His mind was trapped within his body, unable to move but more than able to think as he saw the large hand approach him, inch by inch, within this still world.
In short, he was screwed...
Is this the moment his life would pass by his eyes? It is unfortunate, but Testros saw nothing of the like yet.
If he could move as fast as he could think, he would've already been next to his protectors or, better yet, back on the wall. At least that way, he would avoid punishment for leaving his post and disrupting their fight.
