Lucas, his eyes still moist with tears, clutched his dual swords tightly, his gaze locked onto Adam, who met his stare with a steady, silent resolve. The fury within Lucas burned fiercely, his anger yearning for release.
"How dare you..." Lucas muttered, his voice laced with disbelief and seething rage. His tear-stained face twisted with a vengeful glare as he demanded Adam to step aside. But the hero merely shook his head, arrow at the ready.
Lucas knew there was no alternative but to fight his way through this young man in order to reach the woman he saw as a heartless murderer, the one who had taken away the love of his life. He began to advance slowly towards Adam, his swords held firmly at his sides.
Blocking the incoming arrow with ease, Lucas scoffed, dismissing it as child's play. In a flash, he closed the distance between himself and Adam, swinging both swords simultaneously, aiming for the hero's neck.
