(Sky-God Arena – Finals Match 6, Ramos vs Enzo)
Eventually, Enzo did have to return to his starting spot, and the referee—after one final exasperated glare—raised his hand and called for the match to begin, as Ramos wasted no time whatsoever, exploding forward with the full authority of a Grandmaster who had no intention of dragging things out.
He came in low, fast, and tight—blades drawn in reverse grips, footsteps smooth despite his earlier injuries—closing the distance like a panther zeroing in on a limping deer.
But before Ramos could even swing—
Enzo turned.
And bolted.
Not with some deceptive movement. Not with a feint. Not with any sort of dramatic flourish.
Just raw, unashamed retreat.
He sprinted sideways at full speed, kicking up clouds of sand behind him as he moved in an awkward zig-zag that made it almost impossible to predict his trajectory, as though even Enzo himself hadn't fully committed to where he was headed.
