Sylus opened his eyes as he stepped out of the cracked wall, dust falling down his shoulder as he rolled his neck and stretched his spine back into place.
He breathed out slowly, letting the sting of Azel's earlier blow settle into something that felt more like excitement than pain.
The grin that formed on his face looked like a man who had just tasted a rare wine.
"You really caught me off-guard," he said, and for a moment he looked almost impressed with himself for admitting it because even though he told Sybil he wouldn't hold back, he had subconsciously listened to his sisters' pleas and went soft during the first clash.
He dusted off the hem of his tracksuit with a casual flick, but there was a definite sparkle in his eyes… one that only appeared when he found someone worth fighting seriously.
