First Fans and the First Crack

Aiden had no strength advantage, no flight, no flashy ultimate move. He just kept moving, copying and redirecting momentum off truck tires, metal doors, and the slick pavement so that every swing, charge, and tackle came back misaligned. The raiders kept hitting him. They just never quite hit him where they thought. They knocked the shield away, and it somehow came back at an angle that slammed into their own shoulders. They tried to swarm him, but the first man overcommitted on wet ground, and the force from the others piled into him until the whole front line collapsed in a mess. The chat changed tone. ["This is not luck, right?"] ["He keeps using their own momentum against them."] ["This guy’s brain moves too fast."]