"Why aren't you talking? Don't tell me you forgot how?" I mocked, making sure my voice dripped with contempt as I looked down at him—like he was a piece of shit on the road.
In the heat of the moment, he attack me.
I stepped aside, and the blade cut through empty air.
He didn't stop.
A second strike came immediately, then a third—wide arcs that would have been deadly against anyone else.
But my reflexes were too fast; there was no way he could hit me.
"You look pathetic right now."
"You…" he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes flashing as he struggled to use his ability, and hide his presence.
Finally, it worked. He completely vanished from my sight.
clang!
I met his dagger with my own, and once again he looked surprised that I was able to read his attack like an open book.
Poor guy—he didn't realize that the reason he was struggling was because he foolishly revealed his power in the past.
