"Hey kiddo, you are better than I expected," the voice came from within the dome.
The darkness began to recede, revealing Han with a cold grin on his face.
Silas's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the unscathed Han grinning.
Han's fist lashed forward, void flames coating it as it tore through the air.
Silas was faster. His body flashed backward, then shot forward again, katana descending in a vertical arc toward Han's shoulder.
Han drew a foot back, his other foot driving toward Silas's head before the blade could even get close.
Silas stopped mid motion, adjusting his stance.
He sidestepped, dodging the kick by a margin.
Without stopping, his blade ignited with light and flames. All the energy converged at the tip, compressing into a razor thin line.
His body blurred forward, his katana piercing ahead in a concentrated strike aimed at Han's head.
Han was ready.
He withdrew his leg, blocking the attack with a greatsword that formed in his palm in that brief moment.
