"Well, go ahead, I won't go easy on you, I'm warning you," Zahir said, spreading his large black wings, which snapped through the air with a heavy thud.
"Perfect, 'Flashblade,'" Areyos shot back. In an instant, he was in front of Zahir, his ice sabre whistling through the air. With incredible reflexes, Zahir parried the attack with his metal blade, the clash producing a sharp metallic clank.
"His reflexes are unreal!" Areyos thought, his eyes narrowing.
"Now that I've reduced my power, I can see him moving much faster," Zahir thought, a bit surprised, his fingers tightening on his weapon's handle.
From a distance, Diana was both stunned by Areyos's speed and puzzled. "Why's he fighting alone?" she asked Miller, frowning.
"No clue. But that kid's always full of surprises," Miller replied, a slight smirk on his face.
