BOOM!
Cedric forced himself to a stop as he recovered from another palm strike. Fortunately, this one had mostly been blocked by an ice wall.
Fidelis glanced at his palm and noticed the ice spreading across it. A golden glow soon enveloped his hand, and the ice melted away almost instantly.
"Yeah," Cedric muttered as he stood up straight, "I didn't expect that to work either."
It had been over five minutes since they started, and he hadn't even landed a single hit.
A fact that was even more embarrassing since he very clearly knew that his opponent was holding back.
Fidelis's robe had no wrinkles on it; he was still moving at the same measured pace, and he was still using the same controlled palm strikes.
And to make it worse, he was still smiling.
Which meant Cedric hadn't pushed him far enough to require anything more.
That was the more annoying part.
He looked at Fidelis and tried something different.
