Despite the fact I and Lyall hadn't had our spar in a long time, it seemed as if we were still pretty much in sync with our styles. I kept myself on defense first watching as his ruthless attacks came showering on me at blinding speed.
He was the kind of fighter who wouldn't let my eyes wander, I could forget about the world and fight with him till death if possible. Not that we would ever fight like that.
Our swords clashed frequently but none of us landed an attack on the other, I had held back as much physical strength as I could to enjoy this thoroughly. Lyall, though, seemed like he was having a bit hard time, after a couple of minutes of us continuously fighting.
