Jack didn't allow it.
He pressed forward with relentless aggression, Oscar became a blur of strikes that forced Pho on the defensive.
High thrust, low sweep, overhead strike, the spear attacking from every angle with speed that made countering impossible.
Pho blocked what he could, his dual swords moving in coordinated patterns that should have created an impenetrable defense.
But Jack's enhanced speed found gaps that shouldn't exist, exploiting fractions of seconds where his positioning wasn't perfect.
Four seconds passed from the last healing on Crimson recovery.
Pho saw his opening. Jack had committed to an overhead strike with Oscar, his scaled form momentarily extended, defense compromised for the sake of offense.
Both black ice swords came around simultaneously, one high and one low, creating a pincer that couldn't be fully avoided.
