Sevon felt it.
He turned and looked at the crack running across his deployed section and at Cintra standing at her position with her foot still pressed to the stone.
The crowd was quiet.
Both fighters assessing. Both fighters understanding simultaneously what the fight was going to be.
"She's unmapping his grid remotely," the announcer said quietly. "She doesn't need to walk across his lines—she can send pulses along the floor and trigger them from a distance." He paused. "And Sevon—is watching the floor he just built get taken apart."
Sevon moved.
He crossed to a new section of floor—further from Cintra's position, beyond the reach of the pulse she had sent, beginning to lay new lines on fresh stone. His steps were faster than before but no less deliberate—the pattern still precise, the geometry still calculated, just executed at higher speed.
