Rbxlegacyanimationblending

He clicked.

Leo stood over the server’s final control point, his blocky avatar snapping into a stiff, triumphant pose. No transition. No blend. Just victory . rbxlegacyanimationblending

“Always have,” Leo replied. “What’s the problem?” He clicked

Sam pointed across the courtyard. A dozen players in sleek R15 avatars—layered clothing, dynamic heads, flowing capes—stood in formation. Their animations were buttery, realistic, weighted. They looked like they belonged in a different game entirely. rbxlegacyanimationblending