The wave of elite commandos crashed toward me like a human tsunami.
Fifty-six of the nation's deadliest soldiers. All attacking at once.
I smiled.
The first group reached me in seconds. Five men, coordinated attack patterns, each one a master of their craft. Fists and feet flying from every angle.
I moved.
Not fast enough to be invisible. Just fast enough to be everywhere they weren't.
A punch whistled past my ear. I ducked under a sweeping kick. Sidestepped a knee strike that would have shattered ribs.
"Too slow," I murmured.
My elbow found the solar plexus of the man on my left. He folded like paper, gasping. A simple palm strike sent another staggering backward into his teammates.
More soldiers poured in to replace the fallen. They kept coming in waves, thinking numbers would overwhelm me.
They were wrong.
I flowed between their attacks like water. Every movement efficient. Every counter-attack precise. No wasted energy, no unnecessary flourishes.
