(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit, Soron's POV)
*CLANG* *CLANG*
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Soron felt it first not as weakness, but as resistance, the kind that did not announce itself through pain or failure, but through a faint hesitation between intention and execution, as though his body had begun asking questions his mind did not have time to answer.
At the start of this battle, that hesitation had not existed.
Every command he issued had been met instantly, muscles responding with perfect obedience, daggers moving where he willed them to move before the thought had even fully formed, his body behaving like a sharpened instrument honed for exactly this kind of prolonged violence.
However, now, almost an hour and a half into the fight, that sharpness was finally beginning to fray.
'It's happening… my weakened body is starting to revert to its original state.'
