Thousands of mouths snapped open, and brows furrowed.
At the centre of the arena's main stage, a head was chopped off, red cubic particles trailing as the macabre evidence spun, vanishing into the winds before hitting the stone floor.
'Good counter!' Daru praised inwardly, nodding appreciatively.
The crowd, however, was not so calm.
Cody, suddenly parking his foot and ducking the incoming slash before harvesting his foe's head with a rising slash was a picture-perfect counterattack indeed — borne of a mix of focus, calmness, and boldness.
Solbrand could not even complain about his defeat, left gritting his teeth at the respawn point below the sides of the main stage.
He already knew losing his cool would only result in this exact moment.
Unfortunately, theories were useless if the application was incompetent, and Solbrand could admit that he had lost his cool, pressured into action by his opponent's calmness and the thought of a slow defeat.
