"I'm getting bored," Andrius said as he backed away, leaping backward until he was several meters from Vince.
He tilted his head slightly and smiled, as if further taunting Vince's condition.
Vince looked exhausted, with bloodstains all over his clothes from cuts and wounds. Meanwhile, Andrius remained unscathed.
With greater speed, sharper instincts, and superior fighting skills, Vince couldn't even land a hit. Not even a graze with his blade.
Things were looking grim, he realized.
"You're not interesting enough, so I'm going to end this," Andrius said. The mocking smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a blank expression, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He sported a face with pure indifference, as if he couldn't wait to leave the stage and enjoy a peaceful cup of tea elsewhere.
In an instant, the sword in his hand vanished.
