Something Sinister (2)

Vimur watched warily as Shian miraculously got up on his own. It shouldn't have been possible from the level of beating he had taken. But what surprised him even more, was Shian threw away his bow and brought his fists up to his face. 

Shian stared at him like a man possessed. Bloodlust dripped from his eyes... the Shian in front wasn't anything like the one Vimur had put down mere moments ago.

"Guess I was right after all," Vimur scoffed, "I don't know what going on, but even a dumbass like me knows you're not the same as before."

Vimur got tensed and ready for the fight that was about to come. He knew that Shian wasn't a skilled martial artist, but he had never seen him fight like one before, and as such, he was unsure of what to expect.

The two men circled each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Shian struck first, his fist lashing out with lightning speed.