Sparks flew where metal met metal. The sound echoed wrong in the narrow space — too loud, too sharp, like the corridor itself was amplifying it.
They fought without technique. No room for it. Just brutal cuts. Repeated scenes of Slash, Block Thrust and Dodge
Yoo watched, his enhanced perception tracking movements his body couldn't replicate.
Han's stronger. Gold 43 versus 35. Should win.
But the operative's not trying to win. Just delay.
She's waiting for—
Another signature approached from behind. Gold 37. Moving fast.
"Behind," Yoo said.
Han cursed — and disengaged with a spinning slash that bought distance. She pivoted to face the second threat—
Too slow.
The attack came low — spatial blade aimed at her knees.
Han barely blocked. The impact knocked her off balance.
Opening.
The first operative lunged at Yoo.
Time didn't slow. His perception just accelerated. He saw the trajectory. The blade angle. The killing intent.
