It was quite terrifying, no, unnerving, watching his own face, or rather, his own mask for once, though he was certain, without a doubt in his mind, that the mask was just covering an unnerved face, he knew himself well enough to be certain of that after all.
Still, it was weird to see an opponent like this, he wasn't weak, he wasn't strong, at least from what Leyk was able to tell, he was elegant and he held himself with great power and knowledge of what would happen, only using one hand for a shorter sword than his own that seemed to hide secrets he didn't want to know, just as that gold-silver-hybrid had done, the entire body covered in bondages that kept the cloth from waving, only releasing the pressure in certain places and giving him a look resembling that of what one would probably call a grim reaper, a bringer of death, a collector of souls.
A look that was broken by the blackish mirrored mask that was staring into Leyk's soul as he slowly began to move around, now about a hundred feet away, having changed the distance somehow, without even moving, another proof that this place was not normal in any way.
Nevertheless the two people, both strong enough to beat a small kingdom's army on their own, began to move around, ignoring the absurdity of the situation where they were being treated like the pets fighting in the prison, like cockroaches awaiting a reward, watched by the god-like beings resting above them, eternally standing and seemingly unmoving.
Actually, that part truly was absurd, the part that both of them were that strong and yet that weak in the face of the monsters, and in a certain way, even each other in the purest form.
Still, the two fighters, both great strategists, were now circling each other like those very insects before a fight, assessing each other, looking for lacks in the defence, Vexxen wielding his sword away from his body, as if to invite Leyk, something he was certain would bring disaster to him, Leyk holding it in front of his body to protect himself once he was attacked, something he was certain about as well that it would happen.
As the tension rose he saw how the eyes behind the mask, slightly revealed each time they moved, began darting around like lost puppies without parents, assessing everything around, while he was uncertain of what to do, of anything his opponent was capable of doing, yes, he was quite certain that he would lose in this matter, but he was certain he could at least try to either attack or defend himself, or counter an attack of block if he had to.
That was the dance of blades, it was attack and defence, survival and death, it was the decision over who lived and who died, who came out victorious and who failed, that was the dance he was after, that was the law that didn't matter, that was the dance he felt would soon take place, though he might be the one getting led to the dance floor instead of how it normally went for him, whereas he normally defeated his opponents with fair ease after figuring them out, something he was uncertain of if he would be able to do with this one in the first place.
Then it began.
It happened instantly, not through magic, not through intent, not through pure strength, but through a way Leyk had no way of understanding as of now, they appeared in front of him, and they quickly attacked, the blade having changed it's length slightly as to fit right where they wanted it to fit, attacking not his body as he would have done, but aiming at his sword, as if to show the pure difference in strength rather than defeat the opponent quickly.
Leyk understood what was happening already, though he didn't exactly want to reveal what he understood, but he was certain that they were playing with him, or at least planning to do so, all the meanwhile learning his tricks and secrets to more easily defeat him if he met someone with the same tricks.
That was commendable, so much had to be admitted, that was certain to Leyk as well.
He was thrown back a bit by the force, butt hat wasn't what scared him as a follow-up to the encounter just now, it was that he had blinked, and during that very short blink, the man in front of him had vanished, appearing somewhere else with a weapon capable of quite easily ripping through his flesh and becoming the end of him, so much so that he could almost feel his head being cut off at this very moment, a moment where he was almost certain the man wouldn't want to end the battle so soon.
Quickly rushing to turn around, already feeling what he himself would do int his situation he felt as if time had stopped, quickly spotting his enemy, right behind him, waiting, acting almost, slightly, bored, as if Leyk truly had nothing to offer him.
This time Leyk was able to understand how he had moved so fast though, due to him using another technique this time, one that he knew of as well but hadn't used in battles yet due to a simple fact of the danger that came when using it.
It consisted of using mana to push the body away, kind of how a pistol was also thrown back when it shot a missile, but one could barely control the movements during that period of being thrown, like a rocket, so he hadn't used it in battles, almost cutting his own head apart.
Once again he felt that the man was mocking him, feeling that the difference was so great he would be able to defeat him without really looking, something Leyk knew to, sadly, be true, as he already felt what had happened after the man had passed within a fraction of a second.
He felt blood trickle down his left side, a shallow cut having been created.