Ragon stood silently, as he studied the masked figure who stood a few meters away, in a completely black leather outfit. His lips curled into a faint smirk as his mind raced.
"Who could be under that mask?" he thought, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Anyone hiding his face might have something to hide and what possibly. But no matter—it's clear they're no threat. His aura doesn't exceed that of a one-star warrior."
Before Ragon could properly position himself, the masked figure charged. The long sword he held glitched under the sunlight. Ragon anticipated, with movements almost too fast to follow, dodged left, then right, his feet moving lightly yet decisively as if he had known the attack pattern before they even began.
"Hmm... impressive footing," Ragon muttered to himself, dodging another swing with ease. He spun to the side, effortlessly avoiding the figure's next move, leaving the attacker slicing at thin air.
