Garion stayed where he was, feet planted firmly on the broken street.
His shoulders were loose, arms hanging naturally at his sides.
He watched Kravos closely, eyes following every small shift in posture.
Kravos wiped the blood from his mouth and straightened fully.
"…So that's how it is," Kravos said. "You're a close-combat specialist."
Garion didn't answer right away. He rolled his neck once, slow and deliberate.
"I prefer to grab things," he replied. "They don't dodge well."
Kravos's eyes narrowed.
The ash around his body stirred again, lifting slightly from the ground.
"Then let's see how long you last," Kravos said calmly.
He vanished.
"[Judgment Step]."
Garion felt it instantly. Space compressed. The pressure shifted to his left.
He turned just in time.
Kravos appeared mid-air and drove his palm forward.
"[Ruler's Verdict]."
The force slammed outward like a focused shockwave.
Garion crossed his arms and braced.
