Turning Tables
After slipping past Denver, Leo ran towards Vivienne with all the speed he could muster. His breaths were ragged, each inhale scraping against his throat like shards of glass.
The stinging sensation in his leg was impossible to ignore now—as it had grown from a slight tingling sensation at the start to a cold, numbing pain now, that crept from the spot where Vivienne's mana chain had grazed him.
Areas where his muscles should have been twitching in anticipation of explosive movement felt disturbingly still now, as if his leg had been detached from his control.
'I can't feel it, I can't feel the movement of my muscles' he realized grimly, as the loss of sensation robbed him of the agility he usually relied on, making his stride uneven and his balance precarious.
He felt like his entire limb was being deprived of blood flow, making it impossible for him to move or make his muscles obey his will, as he slowed down significantly.