If Leon had a dime for every time he muttered shit, he'd be a millionaire by now. The number of situations that word had slipped from his lips made him feel like the universe had a personal vendetta against him. But this, this was the worst yet.
Because this wasn't some abomination or some overpowered beast. This was his talent. His pride. The very thing that made him a calamity to anyone stupid enough to stand in his way, and a fony was wielding it like second nature.
It infuriated him. Not quietly, not beneath the surface. He let that rage bleed into action.
With his stats flaring from the burned points, Leon roared forward. The copy mirrored him, their auras colliding like twin storms as their blades crashed. The impact shook the void itself, cracks spiderwebbing beneath their feet as the duel spiraled into pure chaos. No arts. No Force. Just raw strength, pure skill, and the weight of their boosted bodies colliding.
