"You could've broken your leg!"
The old man screamed in anger as he rushed towards Kaelion.
"But I didn't."
Kaelion laughed and before anyone could say anything else, he ran towards a narrow gap between two stalls, narrow enough that it was impossible for him to move through it—
But that did not slow him down.
He just dashed forward and then he jumped again—
He should have hit the edge, his shoulder should have hit the wall, he should have fallen down—
But—
He passed through perfectly, without a single scratch.
Once he reached the other side, he looked at the old man through the same narrow gap and—
"See?"
He spoke before he dashed away.
Someone muttered under their breath.
"…Ridiculous."
Kaelion didn't hear them, even if he did, he simply didn't care. His curious eyes spotted something else, a tall stack of barrels near the side of the street.
Without thinking—
He ran toward them.
"Hey! Don't—"
Someone shouted but…
Too late.
