Damien knew that the situation he was currently in was far from ideal, as every second that passed only served to reinforce the harsh reality that he had no control over the pace of this battle, nor any clear path to victory.
He was, by nature and training, a hyper-defensive fighter—built like a wall and armed with a style that relied on enduring punishment until the perfect moment to unleash a counter strike presented itself.
However, Leo fought in a way that completely dismantled the foundation of that style, as he moved with such relentless speed, surgical precision, and untraceable timing that there was simply no opportunity to land even a single retaliatory blow.
Damien knew he didn't need much—he just needed one, just one clean hit to shift the momentum in his favor, as his class was designed around that singular moment of impact.
But Leo gave him nothing.
