Murad's eyes darted left, then right. His stance tightened.
Silence.
And then...
A whisper, so close it scraped the edge of Murad's ear.
"Behind you."
Zeyn materialized from the void. No warning, no momentum, not even the faintest trace of presence.
By the time Murad turned, a fist was already hovering near his temple.
*DUAAGHH! BRAKHH!
The impact shook the entire dojo. Dust burst from the rafters, chunks of the ceiling rained down. The hit was so brutal the gauntlet's built-in energy shield flared instinctively.
Murad rolled back through the haze, landing in a low guard.
*Fwoosh—DAKHH!
Another strike from behind. He barely caught it on his gauntlet, the force still sending him skidding across the floor.
Before the words even left his lips, more blows followed.
*BAGH! BAGH! DAKHH!
Zeyn didn't let him breathe. Fists tore through the air, targeting his gut, ribs, jaw. Every vulnerable point.
"Uaghh!"
