Adam's fist connected with Sean's chest, dark energy erupting from the point of impact. The assassin flew backward, crashing through a wooden support pillar, his body crumpling against a stack of crates. Blood sprayed from his mouth, painting the splintered wood in dark, glistening streaks. He tried to rise, but his arms buckled, and he slumped back against the debris, gasping.
'Damn... at this rate... I can't win...' His internal voice was a ragged whisper, each breath a struggle. 'What a troublesome monster...'
Adam walked toward him slowly, unhurried, his footsteps deliberate on the blood-slicked stone. His crimson eyes gleamed in the forge's dying firelight, and his lips were curved into a smile that held no warmth at all. It was the smile of a predator who had already decided the outcome of the hunt.
