W.I.L.D.
“Grim is bleeding out because you swung too wide. Efficient is walking away because you didn’t waste motion.”
Without warning, he lunged. Faster than thought, faster than air, and Serenya barely brought the dagger up before his hand snapped against her wrist, sending it clattering to the floor. His other hand pressed against her throat, not squeezing, but holding.
“See?” His voice was maddeningly calm. “You hesitate. You think in terms of reaction. A predator never reacts. A predator anticipates.”
Solana’s spirit snorted. He’s right. You’re waiting for him to move. You should already know where he’s going. Horses sense storms before they break. Wolves scent prey before they appear. Feel him.
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