Vega
An avalanche of fists showered his silhouette. Her blur was too fast to be seen, even to his hawk-like eyes, the fists were invisible spears. It was only natural after all, her body was more potent than his own. So how does one avoid an invisible attack? How does one escape an unavoidable fate? And yet, his eyes betrayed a cold plan to overcome the mountain before him. "Useless useless useless useless!!!"
And the first fist brushed past his body. Another swerved by his shoulder. And then another, and another, and another... These attacks, stronger than him, faster than him, were like bullets. And yet, before they hit their mark, he managed to move out of their way. He managed to move out of the way of this avalanche. But it was not enough.
Once, then twice, and before long his body raged and screamed thirty times over. He could scarcely avoid destruction by a hair's breath, but he could not avoid her in her totality. The hits that would have normally shattered him with a single strike were avoided, and slammed into parts of his body that he could not protect, but failed to immediately incapacitate him, as if his slight movements were enough to lessen the impact, even by a fraction. Turning the blows away from their target, even if by a millimetre.
But his mind and body screamed and sharpened to their limit, and fought against the pain. A single misstep, and he would be crushed. But even so, he was slower, and weaker. Why did he not fall? The way he avoided these blows, it was almost as if he anticipated them. But how? Would she figure it out? And even if she did, would he manage to hold on before then?
This war of attrition screamed in the forest like a war field's cannon-fire. Even the rain was nothing to this. His eyes did not waver. Every second, he felt like his body was closer to being obliterated into hell.
