He was fast.
Faster than a normal human for sure. He twisted as I pulled, his elbow flying back aimed at my ribs. I saw it coming. I sidestepped, his arm whistling past me, and used his momentum to spin him around.
He recovered instantly, his face a mask of cold fury, and lunged forward, aiming a punch at my throat. I blocked it with my forearm, the force of the blow making a dull thud that vibrated up to my shoulder.
He was strong, but I was stronger. I felt a surge of dark, exhilarating power. This was what Darius meant by subtle change, huh. Before he could pull back for another strike, I grabbed the sides of his head, my fingers digging into his hair.
Suddenly, my shoelace caught and I tripped accidentally slamming his head backward into the grimy brick wall of the alley.
There was a sickening, wet CRACK, and his body went limp.
His bloodied up face slid down the wall, leaving a dark, smeared trail on the bricks before he crumpled into a heap on the dirty pavement.
