Grey moved first.
Virtueless came around in a simple horizontal swing without any flourish behind it, and Kronos met the black rod with the shaft of his scythe as naturally as though they had been fighting for years. The collision punched a wave through the road beneath them, asphalt splitting in both directions while Grey stepped through the recoil and drove his shoulder toward Kronos' chest.
Kronos turned just enough that the shoulder slipped past him, hooked the lower end of his scythe behind Grey's knee, then swept upward with the curved blade already descending toward his throat.
Grey released one hand from Virtueless, caught the shaft before the blade could complete its path, stamped the Virtueless down into the concrete for extra leveler, and then drove a knee toward Kronos' stomach while Center of Spirit spread through every movement between them.
Kronos blocked it with his own hand, grinning.
