Lucian's body moved, flickering back and forth as he entered full defensive mode. His hand, shoulder, waist, and feet moved in perfect unison, like a single, well-oiled machine in motion. Every shift was precise, every adjustment deliberate. He knew Anthony had changed his style, and he had no issue adapting on the fly. Lucian could feel the pressure and tension mounting with each attack Anthony unleashed, the weight of every swing pressing down on him like an invisible force, but he welcomed it all without hesitation.
