"What happened to all that bravado about your so-called perfection? Is this it? Is that all you can do?" Dolos mocks, tapping the spine of his katana against his shoulder trying to get under Grayson's skin.
"Why waste my breath on a flea like you, I just need to cripple your legs and then you can't jump around anymore." Grayson responds, painting a clear picture of his perspective to Dolos.
"Just try and break me. You haven't experienced the things this body has gone through." Dolos says, both of his hands gripping at the hilt of his katana standing firm without a single tremble.
"That weak frail body! Just what could it possibly do." Grayson scoffs, forming into a bitter mocking laugh at the absurdity.
Curling his fingers slowly around the hilt of his blade, a thick red aura starts to flood from his hands into his crimson blade. In seconds the blade is engulfed in the chaotic red aura carrying a malevolence deep within.
