Kael stepped forward again, palms open this time. He jabbed once, twice. Testing the range and reaction.
The Construct didn't bite. So Kael feinted low and struck from the side with a sharp elbow to its ribs.
Smack!
A clean hit, but not deep. Also not dangerous, but nonetheless a solid one.
The Construct responded immediately, hammering a fist toward his face.
Kael ducked and drove a knee into its stomach.
Whump!
The Construct staggered back a step.
Kael's eyes sharpened. "Found it."
Its core. The torso was bulked, armored with dense muscle, but it wasn't very flexible. It couldn't adjust to inside hits as well as it could outside strikes. The joints were stiff and the movements predictable when pressured from certain angles.
Kael went in again with low feints and quick strikes to the sides. Then a cut across the middle when it braced high.
Three exchanges. Four.
