Cutting Edge

Joon adjusted his stance, eyes flicking over the battlefield. The terrain was jagged now, a result of Echo's earlier attack—uneven rocks jutted out of the ground, cracks spiderwebbed across the pavement, and chunks of displaced earth made it difficult to find solid footing. It was a mess. But a mess they could use.

Across from him, their opponent stood, rolling his neck. Seok.

He clicked his tongue.

"Tch. Damn kid disappeared. And I got hit with rubble—how annoying." He shook a bit of dirt off his shoulder, expression twisted into mild irritation. "You guys sure love making things complicated for yourselves."

Then, as he took a step forward, the ground beneath his boot shifted unexpectedly. He nearly lost his balance for a split second before planting his foot down harder, scowling.

"Really? You think this little terrain shift is gonna help you?"