Erik and Dion circled each other again. Dion looked at Erik warily but with a slight tint of rage in his eyes. Their eyes met and locked in a fierce stare-down. Dion was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face, but Erik was fine.
However, it was clear that Dion's rank and reputation were well-earned. He was a skilled fighter whose movements were smooth and fluid as he darted in and out of Erik's range. The awakener, for his part, had devilish strength and speed compared to his peers, which made up for his relative lack of experience.
Even from that point of view, Erik was much stronger than before. His coordination was better, and his moves were more refined. He was finally a fine warrior.