(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Pit)
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
*Parry*
Steel met steel once more as Helmuth stepped forward without hesitation, the momentary impasse dissolving the instant his axe swung back into motion, the Berserker God re-entering the rhythm of battle as though it had never been interrupted, power rolling off him in heavy waves as he pressed Soron immediately, intent clear in every step and every cut.
Soron retreated with purpose.
His movement carried no panic, no disarray, as his daggers shifted into a tighter pattern, their arcs shortening and drawing closer to his body, abandoning aggression entirely in favor of layered defense, each incoming strike from Helmuth met with precise redirection, controlled absorption, or calculated deflection that bled force away instead of answering it.
Helmuth felt the change within the first few exchanges.
Something was missing.
The pressure.
The response.
