Digesting my mocking speech, I noticed as the young man stumbled, nearly falling before using his Talent to catch his body and land on his feet.
'Gotcha bitch,' reaching the dead center of the island, in my vision, Overwatch Low was nothing more than a spec in the darkness, a testament to the distance between us.
Although I wanted to rush forward, I figured I'd take my time and savor this battle, as it had been far too long since I had a good fight with another human.
Sure, it hadn't even been a full month since I fought the Wyrm, but that was a behemoth of a monster, not a person, so while it was thrilling to an extent, it simply didn't get my heart pounding like a good scuffle with someone using their Talent to struggle to survive.
Not to mention, the bulk of that Wyrm fight involved me being on autopilot, so that and this were two VERY different things.
