Northern stared down at Kaelan, his casual white shoe hovering ominously above the fallen warrior's head. His eyes gleamed like ice—cold, unforgiving.
Kaelan lay silent for several heartbeats, sprawled on the ground as every fiber of his muscles twisted in excruciating agony. Only now, as defeat crept into his consciousness, did he truly comprehend the devastating impact of Northern's strikes.
...Only now did he witness the chasm between them.
The last move—Kaelan had been certain he possessed superior speed. Despite Northern's quickness, speed and strength had always been his clan's birthright, their unquestionable advantage.
Yet Northern had demonstrated a velocity beyond comprehension. A blur too swift for the eye to track. Kaelan couldn't even identify what Northern had struck him with that had sent such violent discord rippling through his entire body.
