"Kid, has anyone ever told you that those beautiful red eyes make a grown man sweat?" Bijor said as he stared at the stances Nyx was taking. It was lethal, and he didn't need to guess to figure out that his next attack would be devastating.
Nyx was at a loss for words when he heard Bijor's comment. With each passing second, he was beginning to see how crazy this Bijor was. His demeanor and his speaking pattern were equally unsettling, just like his appearance. This wasn't Nyx's major concern, though. His main concern was how he'd weaken Bijor to execute the Death Dance.
'To use the Death Dance on my opponent, I'll need to weaken them, because that way it'd be difficult for him to react to the attacks,' Nyx thought, but his eyes soon wavered when he noticed the shadow of someone standing beside him.
"Violet?"
