(Lewis Hamilton Arena, The Battlefield, Leo's POV)
Once Veyr activated [Parallel Processing] and began fighting fire with fire, Leo once again found himself being pushed onto the backfoot, as he realized with growing dread that he no longer had the means to take this fight head on.
'He's too fast... too precise...'
'There are no obvious flaws in his fighting style. Everything from his striking balance to his footwork is elite.'
'He's a pure fighter, with instincts no worse than my own...'
'I can't win this head on... I'm completely outclassed here,' Leo admitted to himself, the confession landing like a punch to the gut, not because he feared losing, but because his pride could not accept the fact that he was the weaker fighter in this bout.
'If I can't win head on, then the only other option is to resort to tricks and experience….' Leo thought, as after blocking Veyr's latest attack, he stepped back instead of pushing forward, creating a small separation between them both.
