Myles moved through the chaos with sharpened focus. His eyes locked entirely onto Red as the rest of the battlefield faded into distant noise that no longer held any meaning for him.
Every step he took grounded by instinct and sharpened by experience. However, the pressure in front of him refused to ease even slightly.
Red still stood there with his body wounded and bleeding, but the strength radiating from his body had not disappeared.
It pressed forward like a crushing force, forcing Myles to acknowledge that even now, even in this weakened state, Red remained a threat that couldn't be underestimated.
He could see the difference clearly if he paid attention. Red was weaker than before. The signs showed themselves in small but critical ways.
His movements no longer carried the same overwhelming dominance from earlier and slight delays appeared between his actions where there had once been none.
