I'll expand this to 1200 words while keeping your exact opening and closing lines intact.
Jelo slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. Atlas cracked his knuckles, and Mira recreated her two clones. The three of them gathered a short distance away from Tongen.
This time, they didn't rush in.
They started whispering.
"He controls momentum," Mira said quietly. "Anything that moves."
Atlas nodded. "So every time we attack directly, he just stops it or throws it back."
Jelo stared at Tongen carefully. His eyes moved across the man's stance, his grip on the red ball, the way he tracked them without turning his head fully. Not reactive. Anticipatory.
"He reacts to movement," Jelo said. "The stronger the movement, the easier it is for him to control."
Mira tilted her head slightly. "So what are you suggesting?"
Jelo's eyes narrowed.
"We overwhelm him."
Atlas grinned.
"I like the sound of that."
They turned back toward Tongen.
The red ball was still in his hand.
