Aziz and the bandit leader advanced toward each other, like two lightning bolts about to collide in a stormy sky.
Yet, the difference between them was as clear as day and night.
While the leader displayed the overwhelming fear and desperation of imminent death, Aziz maintained an almost unsettling calm, wrapped in an aura of absolute confidence, as if this ridiculous confrontation was just a small obstacle in his path.
CLANG!
The metallic clash of blades echoed loudly through the clearing, cutting the silence with a sound that seemed to announce the end of an era.
That single contact was enough for both to know, with crystal-clear certainty, who held the mastery of this battle. For Aziz, victory was inevitable. For the leader, a bitter certainty of impending defeat.
Without giving his enemy even a moment to think beyond his own survival, Aziz advanced like a lightning strike — relentless and precise — delivering a cut to the leader's right cheek.
