Chiron's eyes burned with fury as he lunged forward, ignoring the pain in his chest. Devil's Touch lashed out with lightning speed, its edges morphing into jagged blades that slashed through the air like a storm of death. "Let's see you laugh after this!" he roared, the ground cracking beneath his feet from the force of his swing.
But the Uncrowned Clown wasn't there.
Chiron's blade met only empty space as the clown twisted and twirled, his movements impossibly fluid, as though he were a dancer in a macabre performance.
With each dodge, the Clown laughed—a high-pitched, taunting sound that grated on Chiron's nerves.
"Oh, Chiron, is that really your best?" the Clown teased, pirouetting gracefully out of the way of another swing. "I thought you'd be more... sharp."
