Chapter 10: Guest.
"...Huff."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he stepped forward.
He tensed the quadriceps in his lead leg, careful not to put too much weight on the ground.
Using that tension, he burst forward, repeating the process with the other leg.
'This is going to take time.'
He thought, repeating the same process while calculating his every step.
Akamir's movements were fluid, silent—like a shadow tracing the lines of the world.
Not even the leaves beneath his feet dared to rustle.
He wove between low poles, crouching when needed, keeping his center of gravity tight and low.
'Keeping the weight on the ground as little as possible.'
He pressed his heel into the earth, rolled it to spread his weight, then slid to a halt.