Later that day, as evening closed in, shadows stretched long across the cracked concrete of the old training ground behind the Bronze Dorms. The shadows were engaged in a spar, their swords clanging in the darkening silence.
Lancet ducked under a horizontal swipe, his boots scraping against the gravel as he retreated a half-step.
Across from him, Luke exhaled a measured breath, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a summoned weapon.
This time, it wasn't the Soul Searching Spear. Luke was using a single-edged saber sword called Sunpiercer. The blade trailed wisps of orange smoke with every movement.
"You're leaning into your parries too much," Luke observed dryly, casually twirling the saber in his grip. "You do that against a Demon, it's going to rip the sword out of your hands and use your arm as a toothpick."
