Butler Mendez's eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he readied himself. Despite his confident words, the relentless barrage of knives was forcing him to take this battle more seriously than he had anticipated. Each blade that Wallace sent through the smoke carried with it a new level of precision and speed, pushing Mendez to his limits.
The first knife flew towards him, barely visible in the thick smoke. Mendez deflected it effortlessly, his wrist blade a blur. The second followed swiftly, and then the third. Each one aimed to strike him down, each one met with the same precise counter. But then, he saw it—the moment he had been waiting for. Two knives collided in mid-air, changing their trajectories and coming at him from unexpected angles.
"Ah, there it is," Mendez muttered to himself, his lips curling into a grin. "You're showing me something new, Wallace."
