Chapter 193
“Orca, looks like your opener got totally downloaded by a newbie, huh?”
Normally, this kind of sudden momentum shift would’ve been poison to Orca.
She would’ve panicked at the flood of “dead weight” comments in chat, her chest tightening with anxiety.
Her focus would’ve dropped, she’d lose her composure, and—like magic—suddenly be playing like an Iron-tier.
...But today’s Orca was different.
[That’s cute! But I’ve got more than one pattern, sir!!]
Apparently, getting called “dead weight” in Soul Clash really hit a nerve.
Even though I’d landed a surprise parry at the start and combo’d her hard, she quickly pulled herself together and started pressing again.
Her follow-up assault was brutal.
Looked like a low? It was a mid.
Looked like an opening? Nope—just baiting the timing.
It was like she wanted to prove, in Soul Clash at least, that I didn’t know everything.