The air didn't grow heavier—it grew expectant. Zeke's grin returned, sharp and wicked. He bounced on the balls of his feet once, the motion loose and effortless.
"Fist against sword," Zeke chirped, as if announcing the start of a game. A brilliant golden aura—Giant's Dominion—wreathed him. "My turn!"
Enel's High Specs mind processed the shift. His calm tightened into something more focused. He settled into Aurelian Flow, Zero Circle: Monarch's Stillness—a perfect, reactive stance. Eve became an extension of his will, its point aimed at the space between Zeke's eyes, unmoving, unwavering.
Zeke sauntered forward, hands in his pockets for two steps before pulling them out with a flourish. "C'mon, don't be shy! You had all the fun last round!"
He took a third step into Eve's range.
Eve moved. A flicker of silver, faster than thought—a probing thrust aimed at Zeke's leading knee, designed to cripple and control.
