Richard shook his head, trying to clear the intense pain that throbbed at his temples. His vision was a blur, each blink an attempt to stabilize the world around him. A pounding headache echoed through his skull. The disorientation was temporary, but the urgency of the situation gave him no luxury to dwell on the discomfort. He forced his focus back to the task at hand, aware that any delay could be costly.
He looked down—only to see Lin Feng already inches away from him. Lin Feng threw another punch but Richard's precognition skill and the predictive features of the suit allowed him to move his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. The missed punch by Lin Feng created a brief opening, and Richard, capitalizing on this momentary lapse, countered with a swift jab aimed at Lin Feng's midsection.
