Tunde deflected the overhead kick, sliding below as he sought to displace Elyria’s other feet that kept her steady, his imbued body reacting at breakneck speed. The metal ranker wasn’t there again, her speed even faster than his despite the rigorous training he had placed himself through, reacting with pure instincts as he twisted, hands coming together in a block as he weathered her other leg slamming into him, fist cocked backward. Breaking his guard, he bent backward a bit, allowing his Ethra to flow through him, catching her punch even as it shifted him backward, his eyes wide in surprise.