"You're struggling to keep your stance, yet you have the nerve to be arrogant."
Nyx launched into the air, his sword slicing downward with lethal precision.
The blade cut through the wind with a sharp hiss, aimed straight for Vince.
Reacting on instinct, Vince arched his back, his feet digging into the ground as the sheer force of the strike pushed him backward. His boots skidded across the dirt, but he braced himself, gritting his teeth. Every muscle in his body strained to hold his stance as their swords clashed, vibrating from the impact.
Despite the overwhelming force, Vince was shocked that his legs hadn't buckled. Even in his awkward, bent posture, they held firm. He felt the tension in his muscles but refused to collapse.
Nyx withdrew his blade, and in an instant, disappeared from Vince's sight.
Before Vince could register what was happening, a sharp pain erupted in his back.
