The Weak Spot

Luke sucked in a deep breath, wincing as pain flared through his body. Each inhale carried the sting of fresh wounds, the sharp throb of his torn armour pressing against his skin. But even through the pain, his mind churned, desperate to find a way—any way—to bring this fight to an end.

His gaze remained locked onto Commander Valerie, studying her movements, stance, and anything that could offer him an opening. And then, he noticed it.

A faint shift in her armour.

Near her waist, a buckle, or perhaps a strap, flailed loosely with her movements. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but once seen, it could not be ignored. His fingers twitched at the realization, his mind rewinding to when he had grabbed onto her in desperation. Had he accidentally loosened it then? It seemed likely.