The mirror copied every shift of weight.
Every change in grip and every subtle adjustment in angle.
But Aster felt something right then.
It wasn't frustration.
And neither was it pressure.
It was more like tension.
He felt this because every move he made was answered instantly.
Every trick he tested was already known.
But the points began appearing along the edge of the platform, so Aster struck.
He made contact, and the score increased.
But the golem made contact as well, and the numbers climbed together.
It was perfectly even, but in the stands, whispers began to spread.
"They're tied,"
"Yeah, they're equally matched."
"But how long is this going to last?"
Aster disengaged and flipped backwards before landing lightly.
The mirror mirrored him, and Aster closed his eyes for a breath.
It wasn't to calm his mind, rather, it was to think, because he knew that only the strongest between them both would be the champion.
Well, speed and power to be precise.
