It's not something he's used to, to feel it and just stop thinking about it, overthinking it. They barely pause when there's a hit, keeping track in their heads, knowing what's going to happen and doing it anyway. It's thrilling rather than boring. Feels good. It's fun, and time feels like it falls away.

Then York charges him, and that feels...out of the pace of things. Like a misstep. Malcolm's bowled over, but he positions his staff so that even as he lands, the wood is poised at York's neck.