Desmond dashed forward again.
His boots struck the snowy surface of the fight platform with enough force to scatter a thin layer of snow behind him as his body accelerated toward Ezra.
Ezra's dull black eyes remained focused on the incoming Desmond.
He didn't move immediately.
Instead, his attention stayed on Desmond's shoulders, hips, legs, and hands, watching for the smallest change that could reveal which attack he intended to use.
Desmond smirked as he closed the remaining distance.
He was almost within striking range.
Then, just before reaching Ezra, he suddenly changed his direction.
His body shifted toward Ezra's side.
Desmond planted one foot firmly against the ground, allowing his lower body to turn while his upper body followed the movement.
His waist twisted.
His shoulder rotated.
And his right fist came around toward Ezra.
The change in direction was smooth enough that a normal opponent might have been caught by surprise.
Ezra didn't panic.
