The crowd's cheer died down as Ashton slowly rose to his feet. His crimson eyes were fixed on Vulcan and Flintmace, who wondered what their disciple's next move would be.
Suddenly, he reached into his inventory and withdrew a pair of gleaming soul blades. Balmond and Raphael were itching for a good fight, just like Ashton.
The mere sight of the soul blades drew a knowing look exchanged between Vulcan and Flintmace. They understood that Ashton was getting serious and was aware of the immense power within those blades.
"Raphael, eh? You're pulling out all the stops, kiddo." Vulcan raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"Using two soulblades is no small feat. Let's see if you can handle it."
Being a Xyran, Flintmace knew how difficult it was to wield one soul blade, let alone two. However, he was also aware of Ashton's tendency to make the impossible possible and looked forward to the fight.
