Asher simply leaned backward without taking a step, the glaive carving through the position where his head had been a split second earlier. Asher's purple eyes locked onto him as he stumbled forward due to his missed attack. Before Teo could so much as blink, Asher's fist tore into his ribs, the sound of bone snapping into fragments thundering across the airport.
Teo Swig's body shot sideways yet again, the wind catching him as he landed on his feet. The moment he did, he clutched the place Asher had just punched as he vomited a large portion of blood. His internal organs twisted in pain and horror from that singular point of impact.
'So, this is the gap between us, huh?' Teo Swig thought to himself as he wiped the blood that stained his mouth.
'He hasn't even taken a step from his position,' he thought to himself as his chest rose and fell while he steadied his breathing.
And indeed, Asher had never taken a step; there was no need to. Teo Swig came to him each time.
