Part 3: David’s First Hunt
“Get up, or give up. You won’t beat Brogan with wishes imagined on the flat of your back,” Rasool said.
I felt the weight of my falling chest with every exhale. Laying on my back, I saw Rasool’s face peering down at me. Every muscle in my body ached. I willed myself to imagine Rasool’s dark skin and jet black hair were Brogan’s fair skin and red beard. It’s not over. Not yet. I rolled on my side and then staggered to my feet, my breathing still heavy. I activated La Mano de los Segundos accessing the use of my affinity. I had one fleeting second of control. I dashed toward my frozen Master, my body slowed from exhaustion. As the second passed, and my short-handled wooden scythe approached within inches of Rasool’s body, his form shifted into sand. Damn. My weapon passed through his formless shape.
“You’re ready,” Rasool said as the sand coalesced back into his body.
Having exerted the last ounce of my physical strength with the missed blow, I collapsed.