Raiden found himself taking small but steady backward steps, his mind scrambling to piece together his cockiness while Bald casually advanced.
Bald dashed forward, launching a strike straight at Raiden's chin. Raiden's eyes snapped wide as he watched the fist hurtle toward him.
The strike hovered, fast enough to make the crowd's eyes widen in amusement, but Raiden felt confused. To him, it seemed sluggish.
His smile stretched wide, teeth gritted in excitement. The moment he dodged, another strike followed. Then another. And another. Still not a scratch on Raiden.
"You may be strong, Bald," his whole body quivering with excitement, "but you are too slow!" He burst into laughter.
Bald's irritation was clear as he began attacking even faster, but the increased speed only made his movements more laughable to Raiden.
