Aaaninja's figure appeared a few kilometres away as he had crossed such an immense distance in a single split second, the ground beneath his feet cracking faintly from the abrupt displacement. His eyes snapped sharply toward Lucian's location, who simply stood there with a wide, unrestrained smile resting upon his face as he stared back with calm confidence.
Lucian stood with the silent ease of someone who was genuinely enjoying himself, and indeed he was. He was unleashing everything he possessed in reverence to the sword, every ounce of skill, intent, and instinct laid bare without reservation, and Aaaninja had met it all head-on without faltering, without retreating even once, and Lucian could not help but admit it to himself, he was truly enjoying this battle more than any he had experienced in years, perhaps even decades, the thrill of clashing against an equal igniting something primal within him.
