'Guess it's time to stop playing, huh.' Calix thought as his hand moved towards his blade.
It was a double bladed longsword draped in a metallic sheath, as he gripped the sword gently. The leathered hilt of the sword felt just right.
With a fluid swing the blade came out, shining with a graceful light as the rays of the ever continuing dusk hit it gently.
For a moment, Calix glanced at the drowning sun, which wrapped the edge of the colossal sky in the serene yet brilliant shade of pink and red, before his gaze returned back to Lunive.
Between them there were no words needed. Without saying anything they understood it all. Thus, for a split second the wind rustled through the proximity gently.
Then like a crack in a broken glass the moment shattered...both moved at the same time with fierce excitement and enthusiasm.
A streak of enchanting purple light was followed by a trail, as Calix dashed towards Lunive lightning wrapped around his blade and legs.
