Atticus was becoming all too adept at changing the nature of his movements depending on the need.
As soon as he evaded the showering bone spikes, once again, Atticus's movement changed.
Like a crashing wave, Atticus surged forward, leaving a trail of water in the air.
He closed the distance swiftly. Like a surging current, his leg surged upwards, hitting the shocked Luther beneath his chin with swift and brutal force.
"H-How…?" Luther only had time to mutter those words before a blitzing punch followed.
Luther felt everything as though it happened in slow motion. From the break in the tall bridge of his nose to the crack that followed in his teeth, to the way his skin deformed beneath the weight of the strike before the force of the punch acted upon him, and his figure shot backward at dizzying speed, hitting the wall beside the staircase.