The white tiger humanoid, Target Locker, simply stood there for a long moment after knocking away Elius's sword, casual and confident, the light glinting off the razor-like claws at his fingertips.
He shifted his weight slightly, causing the heavy floor beneath his paws to creak softly, and then he chuckled — a deep, rumbling sound that filled the massive training arena.
"You don't get it, kid, this is a waste of time for me," the tiger said with a slow shake of his head, his predatory blue eyes locked onto Elius like a beast eyeing a trapped animal.
"I can evade your attacks all day long."
He lifted one claw and casually waved it through the air. "Easily. Even with my eyes close…"
Elius's face tensed, the first bead of sweat forming at his temple.
He grit his teeth and spun his floating swords around him, sending them darting and striking from all directions, blades like a silver storm.
One from the left.
One from the right.
One from above.
But it didn't matter.
