Shing
Edmund drew his blades in sync with David, the gold of his blades contrasting with the silver shine from David's sword.
Seeing Edmund draw his swords gave David a moment's pause, this was new, Edmund had only fought with his claws in his wolf form the last time they had fought.
Edmund stepped towards David in an odd stance, his wide parrying dagger held out in front of him, whilst his sword was raised up by his head, ready to strike down at a moments notice.
It seemed that he had taken David's fighting style into account, and was relying on his animal like reflexes to counteract David's speed.
But no attack came his his way, David stood motionless, his sword held loosely in his right hand, his eyes hidden in the depths of his cloak.
The confidence that Edmund had painstakingly rebuilt started to crack, even though he had already transformed, his opponent didn't seem to care, and only watched him.