Ezekiel jumped lightly, as though warming up his body, unconcerned about the massive threat approaching him.
Edward didn't hesitate. His body shot forward, his feet smashing against the ground as he closed the distance at breakneck speed, his claws lunging with lethal precision.
Yet the mechanic moved as though he had already predicted the attack. He twisted aside at the last second, deftly avoiding the deadly claws before a compressed burst of azure erupted at his feet, launching him backward and instantly widening the gap between them.
Edward clicked his tongue. He had lost that exchange. Anticipating a counterattack, he tensed every muscle in his body in an attempt to defend. Any normal opponent would have capitalized on his brief disorientation.
Yet Ezekiel simply cleared his throat before a faint hum followed as he activated the inbuilt speaker installed within his Windchasers.
