Leo did not feel threatened by Pistachio's bold declaration that he wouldn't move from his starting spot.
In fact, it almost felt like a favor.
'Please don't move. Stay as you are and I'll end this in the blink of an eye,' Leo thought, as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
There was no universe where he lost a battle of speed to a Master-level fighter. If anything, this only gave him a cleaner shot at a fast finish.
Still, his instincts did not let him fully relax. Pistachio wasn't stupid— not after the way he'd turned the fight around against Du Plessis.
He was a cunning fighter and there could be a trap hidden beneath that confidence, and so, Leo chose to proceed with a sliver of caution.
"Begin—"
The referee's voice rang out, followed by an eruption of cheers from the crowd.
As without hesitation, Leo flung two daggers toward Pistachio. The first of whom was parried cleanly, however, the second seemed to force Pistachio to veer left in a sharp dodge.
