"I see now why he chose you for this fight. But too bad for you, I will win and have a battle with him," Arian declared, his scarlet eyes gleaming with determination.
I sighed, shaking my head slightly. This kid was too fired up about fighting me. It would be bad if he did, though. With my current assimilation percentage, I was strong enough to handle his Dragon sword without breaking a sweat. It might be troublesome, sure, but not enough to make me take him seriously.
"Don't think so highly of yourself," Eric spoke up, his sword unwavering, his stance steady as a mountain.
"You're still a hundred years too early to even think about having a battle with Master."
Arian scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "I'll just have to prove it then."
And with that, they clashed once more.
The battlefield shifted.
Their earlier exchanges were nothing compared to the raw ferocity they unleashed now.
