'He's far more ruthless than before'
Slightly taken aback by the sudden increase in speed and accuracy, Matthew's defences were breached by the constant attacks.
'I have to kill him!, my honor is on the line here'.
Parrying a few of his attacks, sparks showered the modest room with each clash, the scythe's dark arc tearing through the air while Matthew's lightning-imbued sword retaliated in sharp, precise strikes.
Clark's breathing steadied, his movements sharper, his swings no longer wild but deliberate—every strike calculated under the influence of his skills. His scythe moved like an extension of his will, grazing Matthew's shoulder, then twisting back with deadly accuracy to force him onto the defensive.
"Tch—!" Matthew clicked his tongue as the weapon nearly clipped his neck. His lightning flared, crackling around his blade as he swung with renewed desperation. "You're fighting like a completely different person!"
