It was low. Incredibly low. No audience, no show, just personal glory.

What had he wanted? Attention?

He received it.

1 down, chest blow, particles falls to the floor, scattering.

Snapping underfoot.

Spin, slicing the head. Shards all over. On you.

Disarm, ripping through armour…

Too slow.

Pay. Attention.

Cornered. He's cornered. Too slow. You're too slow.

Panic. Pure unadulterated panic.

He's going to kill him.

Time. Just a fraction of- that's all he'd need. Distraction. To make sure the User was safe.

What distraction?

Just you.

To give him time.

You are all that's left.

And what's left screams.