-FOOOOSHHH!!!
The moment the four of them had begun to regroup, adjusting their tactics, Riley's demeanor changed.
For the first time in this battle—he moved.
A slow, deliberate step forward.
A chill ran down Magnus's spine as he instinctively tensed. "Hey, I thought you'd just let us come to you, senior." His voice wavered slightly.
From the very beginning, Riley had been nothing but stationary.
He had stood there, completely still, letting his juniors throw every ounce of their skill and tactics at him.
He had parried, blocked, and countered—but never once had he taken a step.
Up until now, they had foolishly believed that as long as they kept trying, they would eventually find a way to win.
That maybe, just maybe, they could outlast him.
But as Riley took another step forward, his voice cut through the air.
"You guys were taking too long… and it's about time we wrap this up, right?"
-FWOOSH!
He vanished.
