The impact didn't just land—
It detonated.
The bodyguard was sent flying like a broken projectile, blasting through the doorway behind him. Wood splintered, metal screeched, and in the next instant—
CRASH!
His body slammed into a tree outside, the trunk bending violently before snapping with a dry, thunderous crack. Dust and debris burst into the air.
David had already moved.
The moment the attack came, his instincts screamed. He twisted his body sideways, barely slipping past the invisible strike—but not completely.
A sharp force grazed his arm.
"—Tch!"
The sleeve of his sweater tore slightly, a thin line of red appearing across his skin. Not deep—but enough to sting.
He landed lightly a few steps back, eyes snapping forward.
"What was that?" he murmured.
There was no time to think.
A shadow blurred.
It came again.
Fast—too fast.
David's pupils shrank as the figure reappeared in front of him like a distortion in space.
He reacted instantly.
His arm shot up—
BAM!
