Everything made sense then. Their movements, Azriel's movements, how he was doing it all so swiftly. I stood there, watching the man creep up behind Azriel and just as he was about to his him, the tune of a piano flowed through my mind to every part of my body, and I moved forward.
Before I could even process what I was doing, I had disarmed him. My eyes widened. What the fuck. What the fuck- My mind clicked, and I focused instead of chanting what the fuck in my head.
I kicked him on the chest, still holding the sword. How the fuck was I doing this? I couldn't stop after that. I had taken down three guards all my own. And to tell you I was proud was an understatement.
Azriel walked to me, smiling proudly, and my heart fluttered, "So did you see now, Fiery?"
That's when it hit me, My mouth went agape. Piano. Running. Meditation.
Piano created a rhythm of my and the opponent's moves. Running allowed me to act. Meditation helped me to concentrate.