Alden and Zephyr stood opposite each other, staring. The air was heavy with tension as both were analysing.
Alden steadied himself, fingers tightening around his sword.
Zephyr stood a few meters away, golden eyes shining with amusement. He hadn't even broken a sweat by the previous exchange. It was just a casual punch of his.
'He was just testing me with that attack.' Alden immediately understood that the previous attack wasn't even a serious one.
But Alden had no plans to let him control the flow of the fight.
Alden lunged forward, and his increased senses were in full focus mode, analysing even the slightest twitch of Zephyr's muscles.
He couldn't afford to relax, as even a minute mistake could cause his disqualification.
"Predictable." Zephyr's smirk widened seeing Alden attacking him in such a predictable manner.
