Chapter 455: Recurring Dream or Nightmare?

Illuminated by moonlight filtering through the broken stained glass window, two beings swept across the floor, leaving behind drops of sweat and pieces of broken bone. The dead, dusty air rose with the dancing of feet to the beat of the fight and the drumming of Wilhelm's heart. The skeleton executed sharp sequences of punches, kicks, and faints that only accelerated with each missed strike. Wilhelm stepped back at first, found a rhythm, and began to weave through the blows. 

Wilhelm ducked. A fist flew past his blue hair. He pushed off his backfoot, shifting his center of gravity below his opponent's, who tried to pull away too late. The skeleton only got a single step back before Wilhelm caught its extended arm and yanked it up and over him.