Not wasting any time, Lucas teleported away before the punch could hit his face.
The punch probably wouldn't have done much damage, if anything, but he didn't want anyone to punch his face nonetheless.
Spinning around, he didn't get time to breathe as a spear was suddenly inches away again.
'Very well.'
Deciding not to dodge this time, he unsheathed the Blade of Chaos from his waist and blocked the spear from impaling his face.
As both weapons clashed, the sound reverberated through the room.
Both jumped back, taking some distance from each other, their weapons in front of them, as Damien glared at him while Lucas was devoid of any emotions.
"Insulting my mother? Do you have a death wish?"
The cold voice of Lucas cut through the air as Damien only glared at him.
"And you harmed my little sister. I will kill you for that."
'Little sister, huh? Wait...'
Lucas's eyes widened as he realized who was in front of him.
