Akane lunged at him, her blade whistling through the air like the scythe of death. But this time, Isaac's body reacted before his mind could even register the danger. His muscles moved on their own, guided by a primal intelligence, sidestepping with perfect precision, evading the strike with a grace that defied the natural laws of movement. Akane struck again, but Isaac no longer needed to think: his legs bent instinctively, his torso twisted with mathematical precision, dodging the attack even before his brain processed the threat.
- "Isaac! She's going to cut you to pieces if you don't power up!" shouted Naesha from the shadows, her voice betraying a rare concern.
