In the heart of the legal department, the air was thick with the scent of old toner and the frantic energy of a hunt. While the rest of the facility may have been embroiled in direct, bloody confrontations, there was one person in particular who wasn't taking part in a conventional fight. Wolf moved with a fluid, predatory grace that seemed to mock the rigid movements of the exoskeleton user currently stalking him through the cubicles.
Every time the man attempted to close the distance, lunging forward with mechanical assistance, Wolf would shift with uncanny timing. He didn't just retreat; he wove a complex path through the office landscape. He moved in a specific direction, almost wandering intentionally around heavy oak desks and filing cabinets to force them into his opponent's path. It was a game of cat and mouse where the mouse was leading the cat into every sharp corner in the room.
