Both of them practically disappeared from their places, swinging their weapons at each other at a fast speed.
"SO FAST!"
"Is that Gray really a first-year?!"
Damien's grin stretched ear to ear as sparks surrounded his spear. Lightning danced across his arms, crackling wildly, and his speed suddenly jumped.
"Let's end this fast!" he roared.
He lunged, spear thrusting like lightning itself, but right as the attack should've pierced Gray...
Swish!
Gray's body twisted to the side, his foot sliding smoothly across the arena floor. His speed matched Damien's, not a single beat behind.
He spun once, coat fluttering, and ended up with his back facing Damien for a split second.
To any normal fighter, turning their back was suicide.
'An opportunity!'
Damien thought fiercely, his pupils shrank with excitement as he prepared to attack Gray, but just at that moment...
Fwip!
"What the fu—?!"
Splat!
