A spear was long, obviously, a weapon for mid range, Lucas's thought he could use this and tried to get close, limiting Canor's options. It didn't work at all, for the third time Lucas swung with his entire weight behind his fist, and for the third time Canor stepped backwards, out of the way.
"Come on, Lad, I'm not gonna have any fun at this point..." Remarked Canor, who was now thrusting his spear forwards, half-assedly, towards Lucas.
Throwing himself to the side, Lucas narrowedly missed the serrated spear edge as it brushed against his cloak. "Shut up!" Yelled Lucas, now understanding that he definitely underestimated his opponent.
Now on the floor, Lucas looked up to see the spear travelling downwards to him at a frightening speed.
Even so, he rolled out of the way, now positioning himself between Canor and Adara.
Canor's smirk widened, a mix of amusement and mild curiosity flashing across his features. "You're quite protective of her, aren't you?" he taunted, twirling the spear in his hand with calculated precision.
As the confrontation intensified, Lucas found himself pushed further into a corner by Canor's relentless attacks. He dodged and parried as best as he could, but the experienced fighter kept him on the defensive, slowly inching him towards defeat.
With a sudden burst of speed, Canor closed the distance between them, pressing Lucas hard against the nearest wall. Before Lucas could react, Canor readied his spear for a finishing blow, a triumphant smirk curling on his lips.
However, just as Canor was about to strike, a blinding burst of light erupted from behind him. Caught off guard, Canor staggered backward, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected brilliance.
Her fingers formed into a finger gun gesture, poised to unleash a magical incantation against Canor, Adara was perfectly capable of blasting a hole through his chest. Yet, as she chanted the spell, her voice infused with the ancient language of magic, an unexpected disruption occurred.
The runes inscribed on Canor's spear glowed with an ominous brilliance, reacting to Adara's incantation. A sudden wave of energy emanated from the runes, weaving into the space between them, creating an unseen barrier that intercepted the sound of Adara's voice, disrupting the flow of her spell.
Canor smiled, happy with the exchange, "pretty cool right, I named it dissonance, it's very good at dealing with you magic types."
Lucas, driven by a surge of adrenaline, made another desperate attempt to grab hold of Canor, but once more, the seasoned fighter effortlessly eluded him. With ruthless efficiency, Canor seized Lucas by the hair, forcefully hurling him to the ground with a resounding thud.
Adara, her determination unwavering, moved forward, poised with her bone dagger, but halted in her tracks as Canor swiftly drew a blade of his own. The glint of the weapon pressed against Lucas's throat cast a chilling shadow over the dire situation.
"You both have quite the fire in you," Canor remarked, his tone a mix of amusement and calculation. "But it seems we've reached an impasse, don't you think?"
Lucas gritted his teeth, struggling beneath Canor's hold, while Adara stood poised, her eyes darting between Lucas and Canor, evaluating the situation with a mix of concern and determination. The standoff intensified, the tension palpable in the charged atmosphere.
Canor's demeanor shifted suddenly, the smile on his face appearing almost congenial as he retracted his weapon and rose to his feet. With an air of nonchalance, he sheathed his blade and dusted off his attire as if the previous confrontation had been nothing more than a passing exchange.
"Well, it seems our little tussle has reached its conclusion for now," Canor announced, his voice carrying a casual tone that contrasted starkly with the intensity of moments ago. "But let's not dwell on that. We've got more pressing matters to attend to."
Turning towards Lucas and Adara, Canor gestured for them to follow. "The auction awaits. Best not to keep them waiting, wouldn't you agree?" His smile, though seemingly amiable, held an undertone of authority, implying that compliance was more of an expectation than a choice.
Lucas and Adara exchanged a wary glance but ultimately acquiesced, recognizing the futility of resistance in their current situation. With cautious steps, they followed Canor, a sense of apprehension lingering in the air as they ventured towards the enigmatic underground auction, unsure of what awaited them beyond its doors.