Eye Color

Michael's POV

Everything was a sudden blur, one minute I was trying to stop myself from tripping and the next moment, a burst of wind threw me on my face. Magnus couched menacingly, coming to attack me as I lay defenceless on the floor.

I tried to dodge his sword, but he was too quick. He moved as swiftly as a feather, his speed was a blur before my eyes and I could only see the smug grin on his stupid face. Oh how I wished to smack him hard.

His sword was inches away from my face, I tried to move but my limbs stopped obeying my command. This isn't a time to freeze, I thought to myself in frustration. But my limbs paid no heed, they simply refused to move.

I could feel the sword brush against my cheek, a red gash of blood flew down my cheeks creating a warm sensation but surprisingly I felt no pain. My adrenaline was shot too high, making me immune to pain right now.