Onecent moved first, blade blazing gold, cutting through the air like a comet. I didn't move until the last instant, parrying with a single smooth motion.
Steel screamed. Sparks burst.
Golden light clashed against black decay, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath.
His attacks were clean. Every swing precise, every step perfect. He fought like a man trained to win in front of an audience.
Cute.
Huh, why did I say that? Am I gay?
I twisted my sword, slid under his guard, and brushed my blade against his pauldron. The metal hissed. A thin trail of corrosion spread across the gold like ink seeping through paper.
He jumped back instantly, eyes narrowing.
Ill think about this later.
I smirked. "Something wrong?"
