The training chamber echoed faintly with the sound of controlled impact as Damon moved across the polished floor, his bare upper body glistening with sweat under the soft artificial lighting while a humanoid mechanical silhouette stood before him, its form shifting subtly as it adjusted to his movements.
Damon stepped in.
His fist shot forward in a straight, precise line, connecting with the construct's guard before his body pivoted smoothly, his shoulder rolling into the motion as he followed up with a tight hook aimed at its side, only to shift his weight again and drive a knee upward, the sequence flowing seamlessly from one motion to the next without pause or wasted energy.
The construct reacted and adapted.
Its arm moved to intercept, its body angling to counter—
But Damon was already ahead.
