They all came at him at once: The railing guard from the left, the crate guard from the right - splitting wide, approaching from angles that would force Raizen to choose one and leave his back open to the other. Standard flanking procedure, executed with the coordinated efficiency of two people who'd trained together long enough that the tactic didn't require communication.
The railing guard was bigger. Taller, broader, his baton held low in a guard that suggested he favoured upward strikes - sweeps aimed at the legs and torso, using his height to generate leverage on the rising arc. He moved with his weight forward, committed, closing the distance in long measured strides.
The crate guard was quicker. Shorter, lighter on his feet, his baton held high in a reverse grip that prioritized speed over power. He came in at a low, circling toward Raizen's right side, looking for the blindspot that the railing guard's approach was supposed to create.
