Disobedience

There was no pompous exchange of challenges, no proclamations, not even an insult thrown to rattle the enemy before the battle. There was no sign that the archer was preparing for a fight, like assuming a stance and cautiously probing Sunny's defenses. 

Instead, one second the mysterious shadow was standing a few dozen meters away, and the next, they were already upon Sunny. 

The obsidian knife glinted coldly as it tore the fabric of reality apart, aiming to plunge into his abdomen.

'F—fast…'

Sunny barely managed to deflect the blow by sensing, rather than being fully aware of, the coming strike. The splinter of the ivory fang met the obsidian blade and pushed it aside, sending a jolt of pain traveling through his arm. 

'...Strong, as well.'