WHOOSH!!
The guards moved with practiced coordination, decades of training evident in their synchronized assault.
The first guard came from Rey's left, blade flashing in a precise arc aimed at his throat.
The second circled right, positioning himself to strike at Rey's exposed flank. Both were clearly veterans—their movements economical, their timing perfect.
Rey didn't move from the chair.
His left hand rose lazily, the perception-enhancing ring glinting as he tracked both attacks with supernatural clarity.
Time seemed to slow as his enhanced senses processed every detail—the angle of each blade, the weight distribution of each attacker, the micro-adjustments in their footwork.
The first blade came within inches of his neck.
Rey activated the speed-enhancing bracers.
