The old man blasted toward Arad at a blinding speed.
Arad gasped, pulling the adamantine sword from his stomach. ^Fast, but not as much as Gura, let alone Alcott.^
CLANG! With a swift swing, Arad deflected the downward slash.
SWOSH! The old man shifted his weight rapidly, his sword changing direction toward Arad's side. Blood splashed as he delivered a solid slash.
"Rusty," The old man smiled. But soon gasped, his sword stuck in Arad's flesh, refusing to move. "What?"
Thud! Arad grabbed the old man by the face, "It's over!" He smiled. [Void Step]
In the blink of an eye, the old man found himself standing beside the healing tent with Arad still grabbing his face.
"Keno?!" A priest gasped in the back, "You old fart, you were in the forest?" He rushed toward them.
"Get away from me, kid," Keno stared at Arad, "You, who are you? Why do you look like Alcott?"
