The haze began to clear, slowly.
Miller's eyes widened as he tried to withdraw his palm.
It did not budge.
"Okay, that hurt," the voice came from behind the smoke, calm and utterly unbothered.
Gee's full form was revealed, his right hand raised before his face, holding Miller's fist in place.
"Since you have decided to use just your fists, let me honor you," Gee said as his free hand shot forward in a burst of black aether.
"Split," Miller said, his tone hurried.
The entire arm separated from the shoulder, but it did not do much.
Gee's fist crashed into his nose.
The floor beneath them erupted into a pile of white tiles.
Miller's body was hurled through the air, crashing into the barrier at the far end.
The barrier shook but held.
"Heal," Miller said, the words shaky and slow.
His injuries sealed in a breath.
He looked at the destroyed floor, disbelief written across his face.
