Spade looked into Lyrian's fierce eyes as his chest heaved in and out. He was clearly exhausted and wasn't able to move either, with Lyrian's blade right on his neck.
At that moment, the two felt disconnected from everything else that was going on.
'He will be a good pawn in taking down Yang... but he's also a big limiter. I have no doubt that if I let him stay in the exam, he will stab me in the back eventually.'
Lyrian spent half a second considering what to do. His enemy, now seeming like nothing more than measly prey, was helpless before him, so he was confident in waiting a little bit. This, however, instantly changed.
Spade suddenly took in a deep breath, allowing Lyrian's blade to slightly cut a thin layer of his neck, as he pushed the breath out. Now, he was no longer panting or even seemed to be exhausted.
"Good. Your skill was fun to see... but... not yet. I don't think they would be happy if I eliminated you right now."
