Draven sat up on the bed and glimpsed the mosquito, which was flying around a bit far from him. Yes, he could ignore it and continue his sleep, but no, it was getting too much on his nerves.
He stood up from the bed and moved over to where the mosquito was. He slapped his hands at the speed of light and took a soft breath with the thought that he had killed it, However, looking at the palms of his hands, he realized he hadn't.
This made his eyes twitch even more. He was getting pretty annoyed.
"Deep breaths," he muttered to himself.
Draven glanced at the mosquito, which had changed location, and furiously, without restraints, he began to move from left to right, up and down, trying to kill the mosquitoes, however, all efforts were in vain.
