Trafalgar's brows furrowed. 'Great. Two against one, huh? Lucky me, it also reminds me of the two bosses you had to beat in a game... a fat guy and a skinny guy.'
He wasn't afraid, but neither was he thrilled. For him, everything was about survival. Winning was nice, but living to fight another day was the real goal. Still, this was just sparring—no death on the line. He exhaled, centering himself.
"Ready?" Xavier asked.
"Yeah," Trafalgar replied, tightening his grip.
The match began in a blur. Trafalgar stepped in with [Arc Slash], a dark-blue crescent tearing forward. Xavier's real spear parried the attack smoothly, while the projection darted in from the side, its weapon thrusting toward Trafalgar's ribs.
He twisted, Maledicta intercepting the strike with a clang of steel. The momentum pushed him back a step.
'Tch. They're coordinated. One defends, the other attacks. Feels almost like fighting in a raid party back in the old days… except I'm solo.'
