The whole carven was erupting into motion.
There was no sound, no mana, just movements.
It was blinding, immediate, merciless.
Adam's blade was flashing sideways.
Soren's dagger, it was thin and curved, black as midnight—met Adam's blade as such a speed that the air cracked like shattered glass.
CLANG—CRRRT—
Even after blocking the strike, Adam felt a bit.
It was a sting across his ribs, but got negated by his armor.
It was a cut he hadn't noticed yet.
Both his and Soren's eyes narrowed.
Adam because the strike wasn't perceived by his senses.
Soren because he didn't feel like his blade cut flesh.
"...Seems like he increased his speed a bit more, he must be taking this seriously."
Soren would tilt his head slightly, he was like a machine running calculations behind a mask.
"Hm, your defense is impressive," he said simply. "But it'll soon crack."
He speed forward—
And the he vanished.
Adam moved and swept his sword behind him—
CLANG!
