Ricky stood across the clearing, his bare chest glistening with sweat and his gaze fixated on Adam. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he vanished. He did not flee; instead, he vanished in one place and reappeared others.
Anastasia gave a gasp. She had only seen her father move with such horrifying speed twice before: once when a monster beast rushed his hunting team in the deep jungle, and again years ago when a challenger from inside the community dared to question his right to be chief.
This was his serious speed, the one he utilized when lives were at stake.
But Adam did not flinch. His expression was serene, even bored. His eyes followed Ricky's movements precisely. He could see him.
Ricky appeared squarely in front of him, his palm already falling, a tremendous chop targeted at Adam's shoulder, a hit designed to incapacitate and send him to the ground in a single, decisive movement.
