Thinking.
That's the problem.
In that short exchange just now, I felt it. The difference in reaction. The process of receiving stimuli and sending out an action in response. Physically, I'm not significantly slower than them, yet I'm lagging behind them too much.
I tried clearing my head.
I heard the clang of steel. Vera had just struck Lando's shield. I was just a bit too late to follow-up on her initiative.
Fuck.
I can evaluate my performance later! Why the fuck am I thinking about that in the middle of a fight?!
Lando swung his sword across wide, nearly nicking Vera's arm as she jumped back. Catching him while he was still overextended after his swing, I slammed my staff into his shoulders trying to force it out of its socket.
