She did not give him time to prepare.
The moment Makun settled into a stance, Dani moved.
She was fast, faster than what Zorak and Jorg had been.
Makun was surprised, a first-grade Adept moving that fast.
One moment she was three feet away, the next her fist was driving toward his chest. He barely managed to twist, the blow grazing his ribs instead of hitting dead centre.
It still hurt like hell.
He stumbled back, raising his guard, but she was already pressing forward. A kick swept toward his legs, he jumped, and her elbow caught him in the shoulder on the way down.
He hit the ground rolling, came up on one knee, and had to immediately dive sideways as her heel cracked the floor where his head had been.
She's not using Ashe, he realised, this was pure physical ability.
A first-grade Adept warrior operating at a capacity no peak human athlete could, testing an Apprentice who had barely been introduced to mysticism.
It was not a fair match.
