William charged. There was no restraint left in him because whatever fear he had felt was completely drowned out by humiliation and anger.
The wind around his body surged violently as he poured more mana into it, pushing his speed to the limit as he closed the distance between them in a reckless straight line, his blade raised high as he roared in frustration.
Elion watched him come without moving, because there was no need to rush when everything about William's approach was already laid bare in front of him.
As the sword came crashing down with all the force William could muster, Elion lifted his own blade in a smooth, almost lazy motion while shifting his stance just enough so that the incoming strike slid off at an angle.
Clang!
The moment their weapons met, the sound that rang out was sharp but hollow, like something fragile striking something unyielding.
