The Moment Victor Understood
The battle between Fean and Victor continued as fist and leg struck every part of the human body that could be hit.
There was no longer any recognizable rhythm to the fight.
The cave had become a storm of flesh, blood, and shattered stone.
Every collision produced a heavy crack that echoed through the underground chamber. Dust drifted constantly from the ceiling, mixing with the metallic scent of blood that had already soaked the air. The ground beneath their feet was covered with shallow craters, and the walls were scarred with countless marks left behind by their bodies.
Neither side gave the other a moment to breathe.
Fean's fist came straight toward Victor's face.
Victor twisted his head aside.
The fist brushed past his cheek, carrying enough force to make his long black hair whip violently behind him.
Before Fean could retract his arm, Victor stepped inside his range and drove his knee toward Fean's abdomen.
