The first thought that struck Hex as he gained some distance was that the person in front of him was exceptionally strong.
Even with his agility booster, Hex couldn't gain an advantage. Worse, the white-haired boy hadn't even revealed his ability yet. A sense of unease crept in, tightening his chest.
This is making me uncomfortable. Too many variables. Too many ways this can go wrong.
The white-haired boy moved again, springing forward like a predator. Hex raised his hand, ready to throw a punch, but as they closed in, he opened his palm instead. A torrent of flames roared out, bursting forward and swallowing the space between them.
For a moment, Hex's vision was filled with fire. Then his instincts screamed at him. He spun his arm behind him, twisting just in time to catch a punch coming from his blind spot. The boy had appeared right there, out of nowhere.
"Teleportation… no," Hex muttered, his voice low, "close to a blink."
