Nyx's POV
"Dead," he said simply. "What went wrong?"
"Everything." I was breathing hard. "You're too fast. I can't…"
"You can. You're just panicking." He stepped back. "When someone moves faster than you can track, you don't try to match their speed. You predict where they'll be and put obstacles in their path before oothey get there."
"How am I supposed to predict…"
"Watch." He moved into a combat stance. "I'm going to attack the same way I just did. Exactly the same sequence. Watch my body language. Watch where my weight shifts. Then tell me where I'm going to strike."
He moved through the sequence in slow motion. I watched his shoulders, his hips, the way his weight transferred.
"Right side, high," I said. "Then left side, low. Then…"
