He moved with the construct rather than against it, the spatial efficiency of his skill cluster working harder now, the edges between Steady Footing and Weight Distribution and Weight Sense and Endurance Step blurring further into something that wasn't quite a synthesis but was approaching one from a direction he hadn't expected.
The blade was in his hand, and he was hitting with it, and the hits were landing because his movement was putting him in positions where hits were available, not through technique but through spatial reading, through the composite awareness that his system was building from F-rank components into something that had no rank classification because the guild system didn't have a category for it.
Two minutes. The construct stopped.
Arvid set his panel down.
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