Arthur's world had narrowed to a singular point of focus—the relentless dance of combat that unfolded before him. With each strike, each parry, he felt the boundaries of his own limitations crumbling away, replaced by a primal instinct that drove him forward with unyielding determination.
Gone was the hesitation that once plagued his movements, replaced now by a fluidity that bordered on the edge of madness. His body moved with a grace and precision that seemed almost supernatural, every motion a testament to the untapped potential that lay dormant within him.
As he faced off against Thea, his emerald eyes burned with an intensity that spoke of a mind consumed by a singular purpose. There was no room for doubt, no space for hesitation—only the raw, unbridled fury that fueled his every action.
