Enkrid had experienced blades coming from outside his field of awareness before.
Jaxon had done that to him, time and again.
This was the same.
It was beyond his perception. So fast that Oara’s words felt like they came after the fact.
“Stomach.”
A single word reached his ears. But the blade had already swept across his abdomen before that.
His One Point Focus and instinct for evasion kicked in.
