Varen's evasive movement carried him toward a specific section of the arena floor—not randomly, the direction chosen based on memory rather than current sight, the shatterpoint he had catalogued in the opening seconds of the fight sitting in a location he could navigate toward using general spatial awareness rather than precise vision. His eyes couldn't read structure clearly through the brightness still present at the edges of his visual field. But memory wasn't reading. Memory was fixed. The floor hadn't moved since the fight began, and the shatterpoints he had catalogued before the first burst fired were still exactly where he had found them.
Zara fired another chain—tracking his movement, the bursts converging toward his new trajectory, the four-point output aimed at the space his movement was carrying him into.
Varen reached the floor section.
