Kyran's expression turned serious as he watched. In truth, Rhys's movement was fast, but in Kyran's eyes, he was too slow.
When Rhys's fist was only a few inches away from Kyran, the latter crouched down.
As soon as Kyran did, however, a sneer appeared on Rhys's face and he snorted, "Humph."
He anticipated all of Kyran's possible movement and already thought of a way to counter them. If Kyran jumped back, the flames in Rhys's arms would burst out and follow Kyran. But if Kyran duck, Rhys would aim for his head!
At an impossible angle, Rhys changed his motion from punching, into launching a knee kick and aimed at Kyran's descending head.
"Humph," Kyran sneered as he realized what Rhys planned to do.
With agile movements, Kyran slipped the wooden staff in between the crook of Rhys's calf and thigh, before slamming his left hand on Rhys's knee stopping its momentum.
"What—?" Rhys exclaimed in surprise.
