Douglas steadied his breathing as he stared down his opponent, his fists balled and ready for action.
Though rearing to go, he didn't immediately charge forward, as he'd come to realize just how futile that was.
His opponent's weapon moved strangely and even his body movements were impossible to read.
It seemed as though the right was left and the forward was backward.
A twisted form of combat that left Douglas unable to fight straightforwardly.
But that was because he was moving monotonously.
Since it was clear that his opponent's moves were unpredictable, he had to become unpredictable as well.
But how?
Hardly had he begun to figure it out when Carlos moved.
'From the left…' Douglas moved to the right as he thought to himself, already prepared to move in whichever direction his opponent chose to attack from.
Alas, he was still too naive.
"Ugh."
