Lucian's sword flashed again and again, each strike heavier than the last. Sparks burst as steel met steel, the ringing echo cutting through the chaos of battle. Step by step, General Lafuente was forced back, his boots grinding into the dirt.
The soldiers around them froze, too afraid to move closer. To them, it was like watching two storms collide.
Lafuente gritted his teeth, blocking blow after blow. Every clash sent shocks through his arms, rattling his bones. His eyes narrowed with fury as Lucian pressed harder, his blade weaving arcs too fast for most to follow.
"You… insolent brat," Lafuente spat, his breath heavy. "You think you can push me down with nothing but your sword?"
Lucian didn't answer. His smile was faint, calm, as if each swing was already planned.
Lafuente's jaw clenched, rage boiling in his chest. His pride as a Knight, as a General, was being shredded in front of his own men.
