Threxian didn't flinch. His arm rose, absorbing the blow effortlessly. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he twisted his wrist, deflecting the strike. Gears recovered instantly, pivoting to deliver a hook aimed at the King's ribs. Sparks flew as metal met flesh, but once again, Threxian stood unscathed.
"Faster," Threxian said, the mocking lilt in his tone grating.
Gears gritted his teeth, stepping back to create distance before launching into a barrage of punches. The gauntlets hissed and clanged, bursts of kinetic energy amplifying each blow. The chamber filled with the grinding of metal and the sharp echoes of impact. A direct hit to Threxian's side sent ripples of force outward, shattering a nearby column. For a moment, it looked as though Gears had managed to move the King, his body shifting slightly from the force.
Threxian's smirk widened. "Good."
