Grunts and huffs reverberated through the once-frozen room. Splashing and whistling accompanied them, sending water droplets drizzling and iron flashing.
Opposite the charging draugrs, Adam's neck tensed to let a deep exhale escape his lips. With it, his half-closed eyelids narrowed in focus as a memory danced in his mind.
Fingers drumming on a mechanical keyboard, a hand gripping a mouse tight, and the vivid lights flashing from a screen.
In it, a dazzlingly equipped character responded to his inputs. Hair swirling and frame dancing through a whistling barrage of spells and arrows, the mass of pixels charged towards a castle's gates and its defenders.
Just like now, he was alone, outnumbered forty to one. Yet, an eager smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes narrowed and his focus peaked to its limits. In this state, the slightest ruffle, the subtlest movement, didn't escape his eyes.
