"You want to know the thing about being too strong?" Zeke asked, sidestepping a cut and falling into the next exchange without breaking rhythm. "You stop being able to tell whether someone is beneath you or equal to you."
Steel rang between them, their blades catching the strange, diffuse light of the Expanse. The air between them smelled faintly of ozone and hot metal.
"Well, right now, you feel superior. But with what?"
"Were you starved of attention as a child?"
Enel said bluntly.
"I don't remember."
Zeke stuck his tounge out.
"Hmm. Amnesia. That might explain the mental issues."
"With the ability boost you're the statistical superior. But when I add Giant's Dominion, I overtake you. Your domain effect doesn't touch me, so you've already lost part of your trump card." Zeke parried, redirected, stepped back half a pace. "You're barely using your grandmaster swordsmanship — or your trait. But if I used Sunder, this ends whenever I want."
Clang.
