Myles steadied himself as he faced the man. His face was still calm. His grip tightened slightly around both of his blades while his eyes remained fixed on every movement his opponent made.
The pressure coming from him was not just raw strength but also experience and intent, something that immediately told Myles this man was different from the others he had been killing so easily.
He adjusted his stance without rushing, lowering his center of gravity while observing the man's posture. The way he held that oversized weapon and the faint crackle of lightning that never fully disappeared from its surface.
He knows that this man must be one of the elites in Red's troops just like Michael had explained before. The thought formed quietly in his mind as he prepared himself for what was clearly not going to be a simple exchange.
