Kaizer's clones surged from all directions, their feet sliding across the stone floor with synchronized momentum.
Each moved like a sharpened fragment of thought, punches laced with power with arms spinning and elbows diving in from three angles at once.
Roland didn't retreat but rather stepped sideways and tilted, his entire body dipping like a surfer riding an invisible wave.
The first Kaizer struck and Roland absorbed the impact with his shoulder, bent the vibration into his spine, then released it through his opposite palm.
WHUMP!
A second Kaizer was flung backward, crashing into the psychic barrier with a flash of blue sparks. The third came from behind with a sweeping kick, only to have Roland pivot and slap the leg lightly.
Another ripple, another rejection.
All three Kaizer's reeled backwards, their faces grim.
Up in the stands, the tension thickened.
"He's countering all of them. Every single minor strike… returned to sender." Ferron Blaze breathed.
