One of the remaining figures stepped forward.
Then stopped.
The one beside it moved a second later.
Then the third.
Lucen frowned.
"They're staggering now," he muttered. "Slowing on purpose."
They weren't attacking in sync anymore. Not fully. The delay was tight, just under a second, but obvious. A small delay loop. Human-style timing.
'Trying to break prediction patterns. Great. They learn now?'
He raised his hand again, low, fingers flicked twice.
[Shockweave Bolt] arced toward the closest one.
It dodged.
First one that had.
Lucen didn't flinch. He stepped sideways into the snow, planted his foot, and muttered, "Cute."
The construct rushed him.
Blade down.
Lucen stepped into the swing, not away.
Let it pass behind his back by a hair and slammed his boot into its knee. Hard. It staggered, off balance just long enough.
[Burn Logic.]
A glyph flared at close range. Raw heat and distortion slammed outward like a hammer.
