Dragon ClansChapter 13
What you hear is the sound of your own breathing, heavy from having an opponent who pushes your limits, light when confronting someone of less skill, or balanced and steady when evenly matched. Michael was breathing heavily, his total focus on his opponent, his vision both obscured and enhanced by the limited view through the tightly woven mesh. It was in a word, exhilarating. There are few places in life where you feel purely alive, here, watching his opponent feign left and try to come in...