Closing the Distance
Once he understood the strange condition affecting him, Steffan immediately began adjusting.
Slowly...
Carefully...
He experimented with each movement.
His body was still resisting against his instincts but bit by bit, he began regaining control of his own movements.
Julian D'Aurelius observed him closely from a close distance, his golden eyes only narrowing ever so little.
"So you're adapting already..." he murmured.
"As expected of the so-called Martial Art King of the Farlands... if you dont able adapt maybe i look down on you my intrest in you lost!"
Without wasting another moment, Julian emptied the remaining rounds from the handgun.
Click.
Click.
The slide locked back.
The weapon was empty.
He didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the empty handgun straight at Steffan's head.
The metal pistol spun violently through the air with a sharp whistle.
Steffan instinctively tilted his head aside.
Whoosh!
