Under the eyes of the many spectators, Warren smiled and dashed ahead wielding his long sword.
He ran across the stage and reached Felix before attacking him.
Felix was already in a defensive stance, and seeing his opponent approaching him, he stepped forward blocking the attack.
Their clash of swords sparked the beginning of their battle as the crowd started yelling out words of encouragement.
Henry looked on at the battle and remained confused as to what Felix was doing.
'He could finish this battle instantly, so what is making him hold himself back?'
There was no one to answer his doubts so he sat still, intently watching the match go on.
On the stage, Felix and Warren had already exchanged a few swings and were starting to get a little serious.
'This man's not bad...'
