The sun hung high overhead, casting its golden rays across the training field, bathing everything in a warm glow. Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly as he tracked the blurred figure darting from spot to spot. To the average eye, the figure would have been impossible to follow, but not for Arthur. His eyes, calm and calculating, locked onto the movement as though time had slowed around him.
The blur stumbled.
In that instant, Arthur vanished from his place, dust puffing up behind him. When it cleared, he was holding Ethan by the back of his shirt, steadying him just before he hit the ground.
Panting, sweat clinging to his pale face, Ethan gasped, "Thank..."
"You're welcome," Arthur replied with a soft, composed smile, gently releasing his grip and allowing Ethan to fall back onto the grass. The sudden loss of tension in his legs made Ethan flop like a sack, but he managed to catch himself halfway with his hands.
