The first disk rebounds back, an angled ricochet Rinzler snatches from the air as it skips off a building. The second keeps going, a splash of power off the barrier before it begins its own return. But his prey is already moving—already charging, a direct line of intercept.
How very, very foolish.
Force uncoils with a leap, frame twisting over and above the too-bright blur of its weapon. His own smashes down halfway through the curve, a sideways arc that sparks off the white disk, skewing its flight to zigzag past between the walls. He touches down and surges forward, quick low steps before his own blade stabs: forward and up, toward the glitch's throat.
It can block the attack. With the blade ready, Rinzler expects it—plans for the manuever, in this case. After all, his second weapon is still coming back. And the more effort this viral spends blocking and reinforcing and standing strong against his blow, the less chance it will have to spot the second blur of light behind.
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How very, very foolish.
Force uncoils with a leap, frame twisting over and above the too-bright blur of its weapon. His own smashes down halfway through the curve, a sideways arc that sparks off the white disk, skewing its flight to zigzag past between the walls. He touches down and surges forward, quick low steps before his own blade stabs: forward and up, toward the glitch's throat.
It can block the attack. With the blade ready, Rinzler expects it—plans for the manuever, in this case. After all, his second weapon is still coming back. And the more effort this viral spends blocking and reinforcing and standing strong against his blow, the less chance it will have to spot the second blur of light behind.