Cruzer's lips curled into a faint smirk as he planted the tip of his greatsword into the ground, leaning on it casually. "Guess I'll have to put on a show then," he replied, his voice calm but laced with confidence. The tension between the two fighters was palpable, the arena hushed in anticipation as the announcer signaled the start of the match.
Klose didn't waste any time, launching forward with a burst of speed that belied the weight of his armor. His twin swords moved in a blur, striking from multiple angles in a synchronized assault. The audience gasped as the flurry of blades seemed to surround Cruzer, but he didn't flinch.
