"Alright then... my turn now."
Noah's voice cut through the stunned silence of the arena, carrying a cold finality that made several spectators shiver despite the warm afternoon air. The casual tone contrasted sharply with the intent visible in his eyes as he finally decided to shift from defence to offence.
The transformation was immediate and devastating. Noah's sword moved with speed that made Kenzo's previous attacks look sluggish by comparison, the dull blade striking with against joints, pressure points, and vulnerable areas that would cause maximum pain without risking lethal injury.
The first strike caught Kenzo across the ribs with enough force to drive the air from his lungs. Before he could recover, Noah's blade cracked against his sword arm, numbing the muscles and weakening his grip on his own weapon.
The one-sided slaughter had begun, and nobody present would be able to stop it.
