Your body twists midair as the shockwave from Mirio’s last strike throws off your balance. You barely recover before—

WHAM!

He’s already there. You don’t even get a full breath before his fist is coming in low from your left. You duck, just barely, feeling the wind kiss your cheek. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t give you the luxury of thinking. Not for a second.

“Eyes up!” he barks, his tone fierce, way more serious than usual. “I told you—I’m not pulling punches!”

He phases straight through your guard, vanishing under your arm—then reappears behind you with a palm striking for your back. You twist, block, your arm stinging from the impact. He grins, wild and impressed.