I fell to my knees, struggling to breathe, as I sensed two more of the heavy projectiles speeding toward my head. Unable to quickly employ my abilities, I threw myself flat, barely avoiding the first ball. The second one clipped the back of my head, driving my nose into the rubber mat that covered the floor. It hurt like hell, and began to bleed some, but didn’t seem broken. Over the last week my muscles and skin have slowly continued the process of loosening up, allowing for faster reflexes, but apparently not fast enough. Even more of a concern was that my enhanced durability was wearing away as well. So much for being bulletproof.The balls rose into the air and circled around my body, joining three others already orbiting at a steady ten foot radius. The six balls accelerated until they made a blurred ring, creating a cool breeze in the already chilly underground bunker.“Up!!! Get up, Adam!! Get your focus back on your training, now!!!” Harrison commanded. He was right. My mind had drifted to the past week, trying to process all that had happened.
