No fear. No placations. Nothing at all to avoid the natural, inevitable consequence of two combatants in this space. Rinzler bends back from the strike, body curving a graceful arc as his sound quickens to a hum. This is exactly as it should be.

One disk flattens, hand planting for leverage off the ground as the opponent's blade slices overhead. The other snaps up—and in, body twisting as he slices for the leaping threat.