Asher's body came to a stop for a moment, as though allowing Williams' senses to recalibrate and return to reality. Williams panted, his chest rising and falling heavily, his black eyes flickering forward towards Asher's position. Sweat filled his body, his clothes were torn from head to toe, his clothes also soaked not just in sweat but in his own blood as well, as injuries marred his body extensively and without mercy.
His brain flooded him with information about the pain, his pain nerves super-firing and telling him to stop the madness, as he had already gained enough. But Williams simply steadied his breath; he didn't need to guess, he knew Asher had given him a window of a couple of seconds to catch his breath, so he adjusted his breathing rhythm accordingly, forcing his body into a brief state of recovery, however fleeting it might be.
