Zenith didn't stop.
He brought his sword down again, aiming right where Rhys rolled to.
Rhys yelped and rolled the other way,
"STOP PREDICTING MY MOVEMENT LIKE YOU HAVE WALLHACKS!!"
The ground broke where the strike landed.
A clean crater.
Fate shouted,
"ZENITH IS NOT LETTING RHYS BREATHE!! THIS IS A FULL CHASE MODE!!"
Dreamer added,
"Rhys needs to find a rhythm. Right now he's only surviving by panic and luck."
Rhys got to his feet again—
just in time to see Zenith already in front of him.
"HOW—WHY—STOP TELEPORTING WITH YOUR LEGS!!"
Zenith didn't reply.
He simply swung.
Rhys raised his sword and blocked—
KAAANG!!
The impact pushed him back several meters, boots squealing across the stone.
His arms burned. His shoulders felt like they were melting. His brain was filing complaints.
He screamed,
"I'M A HUMAN, NOT A SHOCK ABSORBER!!"
Zenith stepped forward again.
Rhys stepped back—
and his heel hit broken rubble.
He tripped.
He fell on his butt.
He stared up.
