Vale gained new understanding of Svenjar and how dangerous he could be in the desert with his whole body turning into sands.
Svenjar grinned. "Do you understand now? There's no way you can hold on to the title of the strongest Errant Knight. I have just two techniques. One is to multiply sands and the other is to turn myself into this and control it at will."
"Do you still want to fight or will you just surrender now, Clan Leader of the Athrimir Clan?"
Suddenly, some of the people that bet for Vale were feeling down and anxious, as if they'd lost before it even all began. But still, they held hope as they watched the platform projection intently. It wasn't because Vale was the Clan Leader that they held hope, but because of their gold.
Before Svenjar finished speaking, Vale was already on the move. He turned into a blurring streak, but unlike before, Svenjar wasn't caught unaware.
He even lurched himself forward to meet Vale halfway across.
