"How about we finish this quickly?"
Alfred's face contorted in a snarl as he forced himself upright, his movements fueled by a mix of excitement and adrenaline. With a swift crack of his neck to the left and right, he exhaled deeply, the sound echoing through the air like a challenge. "No need to hold back then." His expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing into slits as he focused on Vincent.
Vincent jeered, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots... I'm getting scared..." But his mocking tone faltered for a moment as he saw the fierce seriousness etched on Alfred's face.
Without warning, Alfred extended his sword to the ground, the blade biting into the earth with a metallic screech. Then, with a burst of double speed, he rushed forward, his feet pounding the ground in a blur of motion. The sound of his blade grating against the earth's crust filled the air, a harsh, scraping noise that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
