The power of sharpened instincts

It was time to start round two, and we started with a thunderous clash that made the whole surroundings shake, evaporating some of the underground rivers behind us as we clashed our fists together, using everything we got.

My body started to actively use the instincts that I have slowly tempered during my stay in the desert, slowly adapting to the War Chief's chaotic fighting style.

Everything felt automatic to me, I didn't have to put any thoughts into moving my feet or legs as they would do it on their own, leaving my brain free to think about anything else while my body was doing all of the heavy loadings.

It was a pretty surreal experience, almost as if someone else was controlling me, but I could feel that if I wanted to, I could still go against my instincts and move differently.

However, my instincts told me that this was the best way to combat the War Chief, so I let them take over while I concentrated on hastening the energy flow through my body to continue fueling the multip