Arthur rose fully onto his feet, rolling his shoulders once as he settled into a proper guard. The playful arrogance from before was gone now, replaced by something sharp and focused. His gaze locked onto Razeal, moving slowly from head to toe, as if trying to peel him apart layer by layer and understand what exactly he was dealing with. Someone this strong, appearing out of nowhere, at this age it didn't fit any pattern Arthur knew.
Still, despite having been forced to one knee only moments ago, his expression didn't crack nor was there any embarrassment nor any spilling over his face. If anything, his eyes burned brighter.
"Alright," Arthur said at last, voice steady, controlled. "You're not bad."
