Bright's opponent moved immediately—testing strikes that probed his guard rather than committed to any attacks, it was an approach that gathered information on him before escalating.
He's trained, Bright recognized. It wasn't like the rest, as there was a glimpse of proper technique in his movement.
Bright responded with similar caution, his spatial foresight tracking the opponent's movement patterns, identifying tendencies, looking for exploitable habits.
Their weapons met in controlled exchanges—neither trying to win quickly, both understanding this was a demonstration rather than a competition.
"Stop relying on foresight," Vex called from outside the barrier. "I can see you predicting rather than defending. Use or try to form a proper guarding technique."
She's right. Bright forced himself to maintain some conventional defensive positions instead of just avoiding attacks his spatial sense predicted.
