Ten Fists Style: Third Motion—Blazing Quarry.
Tur'Zhan vanished from sight, then struck Leon twelve times in the span of a heartbeat—each blow angled perfectly to bypass conventional defense. Leon was hurled into the arena wall, breath knocked clean from his lungs.
His vision blurred.
His muscles spasmed.
Shell Reverb was overwhelmed.
[Stored Energy exceeded limit. Converting overflow… Shell Pulse adapting.]
Leon blinked blood from his eyes and stood. His stance had changed. Looser. Rooted more deeply.
He exhaled—and his body responded. The trauma was still there—but now it was part of him.
Tur'Zhan approached. No words. Only a salute.
Leon returned it. Then charged.
Fist met fist—shell against skin.
They fought like sculptors carving at one another, each motion subtracting until only truth remained. Leon's strikes grew more precise, borrowing from Tur'Zhan's own style, imprinting the rhythm into his nerves through Reverb.
Then—
