*****
'Well! Well!! Well!!!... '
'To be a hunter, one must know his prey very well'
Malicious intent oozes out of Cain's body as he walks towards Dravril, who was in a practice arena, swinging his imprint saber impressively as groups of other students praised his skills. Complementing his skillful display of techniques, performing a difficult yet popular technique known in Duet Academy.
The perfect control of his body, making use of both hands and legs to rain carnage on whosoever will be his opponent.
Flowing like the rhythm of a heartbeat of a much stronger entity. With every change in his posture of the technique, one could see the arrogance flowing from him.
'What a show off' Cain commented disdainfully.
Struggling to move across the crowd, bending his body to fit into a tight spot, slippery like a snake. Cain's attention was suddenly drawn to a conversation between two students.
