Zero moved back smoothly, deflecting another flurry of punches. Then, feigning a strike, he slipped his sword into a defensive position, thrust his boot forward, and launched a swift strike with his left fist, sending both Zing and Zion staggering back.
They felt the impact but quickly recovered. Seizing the opening, the twins grabbed the hand he had used and twisted their bodies in perfect unison, landing a coordinated kick to Zero's head. The armor rattled under the force, but he barely moved.
"Brother, we can keep going like this," Zing said, panting slightly, "but if we fight like this, it's never going to end. It's time… we need to use our full power."
"I didn't want to show it yet," Zion admitted, determination blazing in his eyes. "This is just the first match of the day. Using our special attack now… it's risky. But we have no choice."
