The crackling noise of electricity faded away to silence, and it seemed like time itself had slowed down for David.
He could see every smallest of details of his opponent, the faint scuffs on Edmund's golden breastplate, the droplets of blood clinging to his neck and even a small scar under his left eye that was almost hidden by the thick fur.
Within his green eyes, David could see the slightest movements, twitching down to look at his feet, then back to his arms, then to his eyes, looking for the smallest clue that would give away David's movement.
The two drew closer, and were almost in striking range, David bent his legs, launching himself towards Edmund's head, if he wanted to any real damage, he needed to make up for the enormous height difference.
The werewolf's eyes widened, and in that moment, he hesitated, after all, his opponent had changed directions in midair before, why wouldn't he do it again.
