Craig Leo
The Betrayer of Hope and Devourer of Donuts
Neti didn't go on the offensive right off the bat. Instead he stood there, motionless except for his steady breathing. His eyes stared in her general direction, dark and empty, but it would almost feel that he was sizing up her defenses. Plotting the best way to take her down.
Slowly, Neti raised his left foot, inching it forward with the pace that even a snail complain about. As his foot touched the ground, he'd spring into sudden movement, closing the distance between them in a motion.
Neti thrusted his his right palm out at her, aiming to strike her square in the chest with enough force to send her sprawling to the ground. However, compared to his earlier speed, this one seemed a little slower. And there was a slight hesitation after his dash and before he struck out with his palm.
Slowly, Neti raised his left foot, inching it forward with the pace that even a snail complain about. As his foot touched the ground, he'd spring into sudden movement, closing the distance between them in a motion.
Neti thrusted his his right palm out at her, aiming to strike her square in the chest with enough force to send her sprawling to the ground. However, compared to his earlier speed, this one seemed a little slower. And there was a slight hesitation after his dash and before he struck out with his palm.