On the training ground, where firelight and shadow intertwined, two figures mounted on lizards constantly charged, clashed, and tangled, weaving through the flickering light and deep shadows.
Yano swung his broadsword with all his might, barely repelling another one of Kane's vicious thrusts. He was already starting to pant, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
The high-intensity duel was taking a massive toll on his stamina; he could feel the arm holding his sword trembling faintly.
But this wasn't the weak tremor of exhaustion. Instead, it was as if his body had been thoroughly awakened, entering a state of hyper-arousal. It felt like long-dormant muscles were stirring to life, every fiber screaming for a fight.
"Again!"
Far from being discouraged, Yano felt his fighting spirit blaze even brighter.
Kane remained silent, but the battle lust in his eyes burned hotter, growing more focused.
