Oliver bent his knees, assuming a stance similar to a beast preparing to pounce on its prey. His eyes were trained on Val, sharp and focused. He looked like a coiled spring, ready to uncoil at any moment.
Val read Oliver's intention like an open book. He knew the younger boy would throw himself at him with all his strength. Recognizing his opponent's intent, he made a plan to counter him on the spot.
"Come, let's dance," Val taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips.
