FIA
Then he moved.
His leg swept out in a wide arc, fast enough that I barely registered it before it connected. It took both of us out from under ourselves. I went down hard on my hip, the impact shooting up my side in a sharp, jarring pain, and Morrigan hit the floor beside me with a heavy thud that rattled the loose debris around us.
By the time I forced my body to respond, he was already on his feet.
Not as steady as before, though. I saw it this time. The slight hitch when he shifted his weight, the uneven pull of his breath as his chest rose and fell. He was tiring. It wasn't much, but it was something, and in a fight like this, something was enough to keep going.
We were wearing him down.
I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my hip protested, and charged before he could recover properly. If we gave him space, even a second, he would take it and turn it against us.
He tried to sidestep me, but Morrigan was faster.
