Across the ring, Elliot finds his rhythm, the same sway Ryoma has already memorized. Before Ryoma even gets into range, Elliot starts probing with jabs.
But, as Sera warned, the tempo isn't constant this time. From the steady slow beat Elliot nudges the speed up a notch: not a flurry, just a slightly quicker repeat of the first jab.
Ryoma lets the punches hit his guard, letting his body memorize them.
Pak, pak, pak.
His Vision Grid records the beat pattern, slower this time: 531 ms, 537 ms, 535 ms.
The slow cycle holds for a moment, then snaps back to the familiar 441 ms, 443 ms, 445 ms, the rhythm Elliot favored in the first round.
Later the tempo fractures into a messier sequence: 443 ms, then a slow 510 ms, then back to 440 ms.
Ryoma still doesn't throw a punch. He just bops his head, inches forward carefully, letting the Grid catalog every subtle shift in Elliot's timing.
