Alastor stared at the suit of armor, uncertain of his next move. The armor, sword still raised in a silent challenge, stared back. A tense moment hung in the air before the armor suddenly lunged forward with astonishing speed.
Alastor reacted instantly, dodging the attack and launching a counter-offensive. But the armor moved with an almost preternatural swiftness, evading Alastor's strike and riposting with a flurry of blows, each delivered with the precision and grace of a master swordsman.
"Damn!" Alastor cursed, leaping back to avoid the onslaught. The animated armor, relentless in its pursuit, continued to press the attack, its movements a blur of polished metal.
