The clash between Richard Blackwood and Marcus Sterling showed no signs of stopping.
Blow after blow.
Fast.
Hard.
Without pause.
Something felt different.
Marcus was no longer relying solely on his "units."
He moved like someone who had been fighting for a long time.
Trained.
Cold.
Calculated.
Richard twisted his body, dodging the attack, then retaliated with a strike to the side of the jaw.
Marcus was pushed back half a step.
He smiled.
"Impressive... just as I heard about you."
Richard did not answer.
His attacks grew faster.
He gave no room for conversation.
Because he knew.
Men like Marcus did not need time to think.
He had already planned everything.
On the other side.
Daniel was still trying to stabilize his device.
The frequency kept fluctuating.
Inconsistent.
"We have to shut down the system completely!" he shouted.
Leonard Graves shot down two units trying to approach.
"If you know how, now is the perfect time!"
The boy stood up with difficulty.
