The shift was immediate.
For the first time since the battle began, the formation broke.
Not completely—but enough.
Rahim's counterattack wasn't overwhelming in power. It wasn't meant to be. Instead, it disrupted the rhythm the enforcers had established, forcing them to adjust faster than they preferred.
That was the weakness.
"They rely on structure," Rahim said quietly, more to himself than to them. "So I just have to break it."
He moved again.
Not predictably.
Not efficiently.
Differently.
His next attack didn't follow any clear pattern. It wasn't the fastest or the strongest, but it was unexpected—and that was enough.
One of the enforcers reacted a fraction too late.
The strike landed.
It didn't destroy it.
Didn't even seriously damage it.
But it pushed it back.
That alone changed everything.
The others adjusted instantly, but this time, there was a delay.
A gap.
Rahim stepped into it.
The space resisted him again, trying to correct his movement, but he pushed through it, forcing his presence into places the system didn't want him to be.
"…You're deviating."
One of the enforcers said.
Rahim smirked.
"…That's the point."
He moved faster now, not because he had suddenly become stronger, but because he had stopped following their rules.
Every step, every strike, every decision came from instinct rather than calculation.
And for something built on perfect calculation—
That was a problem.
The system tried to compensate.
It failed.
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