The sounds of two fists meeting echoed violently throughout the open space as they moved in a blurry phantom of afterimages, too swift for the other students to properly see or even follow, their heads only snapping in the directions where they heard the sharp, thunderous sounds of collision, but all they ever caught sight of were shattered wind barriers and ruptured air currents because Asher and Instructor Jude were already gone by the time their eyes adjusted, their speed climbing higher and higher with every exchange of attacks like two storms competing for dominance.
Every part of their body became a lethal weapon, hand, palm, side palm, knuckle, fist, knee, footheel, elbow.
