The Carr clan's followers closed in, surrounding Robert like wolves on solitary prey. The sharp steel of their weapons sparkled in the morning light, reflecting their boldness and arrogance.
Robert steadied himself by taking a slow breath. He found himself in a tough spot, unable to tap into all his strength at that moment. If he showed too much, the carefully crafted facade he had built would come crashing down. Yet, he also knew he could not let himself be overwhelmed.
Balance was the answer: precise, well-timed skill demonstrations that were sufficiently restrained to conceal his actual cultivation.
His sword shifted in his grip, a subtle motion that settled his stance. The surrounding air seemed to grow tight as he whispered inwardly: Twin Dragon Sword Technique—First Form.
