"Perhaps, but spending so much time conversing with a defensive mechanism is quite odd in itself," the guardian mused.
"Maybe it is..."
"Given that, let's have an unusual contest.
We'll inject our arcanergy into our swords, tip against tip, and clash our arcanergy."
"If I'm not mistaken, the amount of arcanergy I can muster now is the same as yours, which means this contest won't determine a victor."
"That remains to be seen."
The peculiar guardian began to channel arcanergy into his sword, seemingly unconcerned.
Owen pondered for a moment before agreeing to this method.
Their sword tips met, and they began their arcanergy clash.
A quarter of an hour later, the guardian's sword began to wane in arcanergy.
Owen did not seize this as an opportunity to attack; instead, both withdrew their swords.
"You've mastered the art of precise arcanergy control," the guardian observed.
