Usually, Adam didn't allow himself to get distracted by anything during a fight. Not just because it was dangerous or because he respected his opponent. No, there was another reason, one just as important.
When he fought, he felt the adrenaline, the thirst for blood and victory. He understood that he was facing a dangerous opponent, which meant he had to give it his all to fully experience the battle.
But… Now, after he'd escaped the Dark Field and his second round against Midgar had begun, things had changed.
For some reason, Adam felt that he had won. Even if he was now facing a Viscount, it made no difference to him.
Midgar activated his Arc, and the battle moved to the next stage, yet… Adam allowed himself to get distracted by conversations with Silvana, and it seemed she understood this as well.
"He… Why don't I feel like he has even the slightest chance?" Adam muttered as he lay among the rubble.
