One glance to the back and he jumped toward the last two targets. He bent low and swept their legs, making them go from vertically standing, to horizontally lying in the air, about to come back to the ground.
But he didn't let them, as he stood up and brought his fists down on the two sides, collapsing two more chests.
As he went to his first victim to catch the falling rock, he had a look of joy on his face.
The sensation he had felt during the battle on the battlefield last time, he got it once again, and he managed to keep it.
To augment the force of his blows, he became like water, or any fluid, and established a flow. He danced between the targets he brought down, taking the momentum with him and leaving them helpless.
Having a rhythm meant it could be broken. But having a flow, meant attack could be augmented, dodges could be fluid, and defenses more effective without losing all initiatives, needing only an opportunity to come back stronger.
