The avatar's fist stayed closed while its command bit deeper into every mark that accepted a ranking.
Hajin kept Juna's hand as her knee settled and six guards dropped, while five marks pressed on Captain Roen's stance.
Didi slammed her sword flat across the floor before the nearest guard could fall onto its edge.
"Three Shards, three handles," she snarled, holding the blade flat beneath his reaching fingers, "being royal doesn't make the bastard leave one unused."
"Great, a cheat and a snob."
Ferra's forge halo stuttered around the calipers beneath her single mark, so she killed the lift before the point rose.
"One mark, one handle, and it still won't let me lift calipers," she grumbled.
Loccy pressed her hammer's head into the seam beneath her forearm, teeth gritted against the pull.
Roen spotted Didi's blade and kept his palm along the joint, two fingers waving another guard toward the seam.
"Hands on the joints, not on each other."
