Smoke turned into a mace in Atman's hands - huge, dark-blue, shaped with ridges and weight, swinging like it could crush bone. Kenzo blocked with his hammer, metal against compressed smoke, and the collision made the dome ripple like a drumhead.
Atman twisted his wrist, and the mace dissolved into threads mid-contact, slipping around Kenzo's block and snapping toward his ribs like whips.
Kenzo met it head-on. The threads struck his body and bounced off like they hit stone. Kenzo swung low, aiming for the legs.
Atman stepped back, then vanished into fog.
Not teleportation exactly - more like he dissolved into the haze and reformed a step away, his shape flickering as if the fog was his skin.
Kenzo's eyes narrowed. "Oh, that's cheating."
Atman laughed. "I call it skill."
Kenzo surged forward again, faster.
