"You're throwing your life away."
Yin said as Viktor took a fighting stance with his remaining axe, blood still dripping from the wound on his side. His breathing was heavy, but his grip on his weapon didn't waver.
Anyway—
"..."
Viktor didn't reply. He just stared at Yin with sharp eyes—focused, unwavering.
Swoosh~
The tension between them was thick, like a blade pressed against skin. They stood still, their bodies ready to explode any second.
Then—
BAM!
Yin kicked off the ground!
SWOOSH—
He rushed at Viktor again, aiming to finish it! His steps were fast, calculated. And seeing him coming—
Viktor's eyes sharpened. He took a deep breath and lowered his stance.
TING—!
He blocked the overhead slash coming from Yin's left sword!
After that—Viktor saw the right sword coming next, aiming for his injured side again!
Fwoosh—
He ducked low just in time, letting the blade pass right over him. And from that low stance—
BAM!
