Level Eleven: The Center - Platform: 4 Meters
CLASH-CLASH-CLASH.
Entity-Six moved like desperation given form—WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH—her translucent body flickering between solid and not-solid, phasing through attacks that should have connected while her own strikes carried weight that shouldn't exist in her probability-state.
BOOM.
Han's blade passed through Entity-Six's torso—no resistance, like cutting air—but the backswing created vacuum that pulled Han off-balance—stumble-catch—boot sliding on crystal surface slick with blood (Yoo's, Kairos's, condensation that tasted like copper).
WHOOSH.
Entity-Six's counterattack—hand moving faster than Han could track—TOO FAST—aimed at her throat—
CLANG.
Corvus's reformed spear intercepted—barely—the conceptual weapon vibrating from impact—hummm-CRACK—hairline fractures appearing along its length. His arms shook—tremble-strain—muscles standing out like cables about to snap.
