With a single step, he was inside her guard, where she couldn't recall her weapon fast enough. She started to jump backward, to create distance between them but his punch still caught her in the stomach, easily lifting her off the floor.
Rota gasped as she slammed back into the floor, her vision sawm but she staggered to her feet, spear crossed in front of herself in case he was following with another attack but Greylord was still where he was after punching her.
It had all happened so quickly! Belialthorn thought, Rota's speed had increased, maybe more than his and Alaric's own.
"You are getting faster," Greylord told her.
"But not fast enough, you saw all my attacks from miles away." Rota bit her lips, remembering how he had blocked her as if swatting a fly. No, a snail. Flies are fast.