"Admit defeat already!" Azrael groaned, his face scrunching into a scowl as his figure shot off toward Aurelian, who still had his eyes tightly shut, trying to use this opportunity to gain the upper hand.
Only when he crossed the ten-metre mark did a strange shift occur. Aurelian flicked back half a step, his head tilting ever so slightly. It looked like a normal combat adjustment, but the exact position was the one Azrael had aimed for.
"No... it has to be a fluke," Azrael muttered. His waist rotated sharply, core tightening as he rocketed an elbow at Aurelian's face.
Again, Aurelian's form flickered aside, hands calmly clasped behind his back as he dodged effortlessly. It was as if he had seen the move before it happened. And more absurdly, he was doing it all with his eyes still shut.
