Liam looked across the clearing at Wrath standing on the other side with his hands loose at his sides and his face carrying nothing.
'Okay,' he thought. 'His ability grows with anger. Which means the longer this goes the worse it gets for me.' He turned it over quickly. 'So the play is simple. Hit him fast, hit him hard, end it before he has anything to get angry about.'
He activated Pulse Bound Might.
The familiar surge moved through him, his muscles tightening, the ground under his feet feeling more available than it had a second ago.
Then Silent Stride on top of it, his weight redistributing, his footwork going silent, every step from here forward arriving without sound or telegraph.
Wrath looked at him across the clearing. "Would you like to go first?"
Liam scratched the back of his head. "I figured either of us could just go whenever."
Wrath considered this. "I see." He paused. "I'll go first then just out of respect."
Liam looked at him. "Okay."
