'The new generation is truly something else,' Wright mused.
Watching the young captain before him, he suddenly felt an itch for a fight.
Spars between the Awakened were common. It helped them better master their Awakening Power and grow stronger through training.
His right hand stroked his longsword.
"Young man, to be able to kill a Glacier Dragon, your strength is outstanding among the younger generation I know. How about it? Care for a spar?"
"I'd be happy to oblige."
Seeing Shi Ming agree, Wright's deep-set eyes sharpened, like a beast roused from its slumber.
He drew the broad longsword from his waist.
The screech of drawing steel rang out, a prelude to the coming clash.
