Veyr looked absolutely stunned by Leo's sudden burst of sharpness, unable to comprehend what had just changed.
Leo hadn't moved faster than before, nor had he activated any obvious skill. Yet something about him— the gleam in his eyes, the poise in his stance, the subtle shift in aura had fundamentally transformed.
*Drip*
*Drip*
Blood trickled down Veyr's shoulder, running along his arm and slipping off his fingers, as he watched Leo with renewed caution.
His opponent stood bruised and battered, blood leaking through the gashes lining his frame. But the look in his eyes hadn't dimmed in the slightest.
That same dangerous smile from the beginning of the fight still curled his lips, as if the pain had only sharpened his edge.
*CLANG*
*DODGE*
*SLASH*
Once again, Veyr pressed forward, aiming for a clean horizontal slash to Leo's side. But Leo blocked it easily with his left dagger, his movement fluid and timely.
