The lab's lights flickered as corrupted ether and neural pulses filled the air.
Syvran stepped back and activated [Mental Snare Field].
Faint glowing patterns spread from his feet across the floor, invisible to the eye but pulsing through the ether.
"You'll lose fast," he said, eyes locked onto Velra.
"Repeat yourself, and you're finished."
Velra tilted her head, lips curling into a sharp smile.
Her foot slid back, heel clicking against the floor.
"You're assuming I repeat," she whispered.
She dashed forward, her body flowing like a liquid shadow.
The first strike was a low sweeping [Velvet Demon Kick] to Syvran's left ankle.
He sidestepped fast.
She spun, following it with a high roundhouse to his head.
Then a short heel-push to his midsection.
Syvran gritted his teeth.
She wasn't repeating moves—every kick was different.
[Mental Snare Field] pulsed, but couldn't catch her rhythm.
"Tricky," he muttered.
