Cyrus' muscles flexed and his body torqued, his blade swimming through the air, unobstructed.
His movements were so fast that he left after images in his quake.
Though he wasn't a sovereign, something akin to Adonis' intent arose and fused into his flames which rose from the very platform they stood on.
They were all engulfed and incinerated by a grand pillar of white flames that went on to form a grand burning white blade that majestically stood in the skies for all to see.
"Oh, I can do that? Nice."
The ashes of his enemies slowly fell onto the ground around him, creating a terrifying scene for all to witness.
He was the brightest star.
***
Adonis danced around his platform, finding great fun in the heat of battle as he killed enemy after enemy and unlike Cyrus, he took his time to whittle down and utterly break his opponents.
The joy he felt was reminiscent of what he felt when he'd first fought Arel.
CLANK!
