Warlock Ch 62. Muscle Memory?
It wasn't much, but it was something. Damian didn't have time to hesitate. He had to keep moving, keep attacking, or this thing would tear him apart.
He dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding one of Havok's massive swings. The air was thick with tension, each second feeling like a fight for survival. Damian's muscles screamed with every movement, but somehow—against all odds—he knew what to do. His body moved on its own, as if it had done this a thousand times before. He ducked, rolled, sidestepped—everything felt instinctive, like muscle memory, but deeper.
No… muscle memory wasn't the right word for it. It was like… he knew what to do, even when he thought he was backed into a corner. Every time Havok came close to landing a devastating blow, Damian would react just in time, maneuvering out of the way with a precision that surprised even him.
