‘There’s no way I’m letting him deal with this alone!’ Theo unsheathed his crystal sword, in that slightly moonlit room, his sword shone.
Theo was the one to take the charge and attack Clarke first, with the handicap he wouldn’t be able to defend his strike.
His first strike landed right on the back of the blade, following the first swing he moved his sword close blocking Clarke’s charge.
With a clang he countered the attack mid-air, he then balanced himself and prepared for another strike.
“Your friend seems energetic!” Milot’s uncle commented at the scene,
The moment he finished his sentence, Milot appeared right above him with his ultra-speed, he held both of his black swords as he charged down like hellfire.
Both had frighteningly fast attack speed, each of Milot’s strikes was being countered by his opponent just as fast.
‘Relying on brute force won’t get us anywhere! My stamina will run before his!” Milot knew he lacked the monstrous stamina his uncle had.