Through

Unlike the previous weapon simulator, this opponent was unarmed. But Atticus could feel it.

Lethality. Precision. Calculated movements.

Its stance was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was as though only that stance covered all its openings.

"This is a hand-to-hand combat specialist, programmed with the knowledge of every recorded martial artist, warrior, and master in Eldoralth's history," Viktor explained before putting distance between them once again.

It assumed a neutral stance, body relaxed, yet perfectly balanced.

Atticus stood across from it, hands resting at his sides, his posture completely unassuming.

As Viktor reached far enough—

"Begin."

The air snapped, and the machine moved.

A blur of motion, its right leg cutting through the air in a precise, lightning-fast roundhouse kick aimed at Atticus's temple.

Atticus didn't move.