A vast amount of sword intent filled the courtyard, and separated into bits that attached themselves on the standing gladiators. The fighters tenacious will was tested by Fell's sharp and deadly intent.
Their solid will, soon began flinching under the incessant grinding, and accompanied with the pressure from the lightning sparks that clapped around in the courtyard. Another wave of knees hitting the floor resounded, and only dozens of gladiators were still standing on their feet, albeit trembling and shivering.
Fell couldn't help but be surprised, and he doubled the pressure he was releasing as he now, too, was testing their limits. The more he tried to bend them, and the more they showed him that they wouldn't flinch. The more his avarice would surface, and make him want them as soldiers to defend the city.
