Yveric was a stoic man by nature. He didn't smile often and hardly ever revealed his thoughts. He didn't grin in battle like many others, even when he enjoyed it. He was a Knight, and that was all.
"Thank you for opening my eyes, Sinvaira."
He stated as he settled into another combat stance, ready to pick up the pace.
"The name's Vellamira."
Vellamira replied with a dangerous smile on her face. She didn't settle into any stance like Yveric; she simply waited for him to move, and then she would react accordingly. That was all.
Yveric no longer spoke. From his body, his Astra Energy was unleashed with pure force, as he no longer tried to conserve it or use it sparingly, unlike earlier when he had simply been stalling.
His lips parted, and he pointed his lance forward, his Word Law activating as he spoke.
"Black Hole."
