Leonard gritted his teeth dryly, ignoring jeers and taunts from the Vibra supporters that were right behind him, acting jerkish and arrogant like always.
"Respect is earned not given." Vibra grinned as he looked around the crowd. "Leonard has not fought hard enough to stand by my side, he was given everything from the start! Yet here he stands, a victim of his own negligence."
Leonard kept to his thoughts, his body aching too much for him to waste energy on arguing.
'He's far faster than me. His strength is a little more than my own. His footwork surpasses mine as well. There's no clear chance of winning. At this rate, I'll just lose after a few more clashes as I get more tired out.'
Vibra's figure blurred forth. His figure swept through the stage, heading straight for Leonard's neck.
Shaking off his distraught emotions, Leonard held his blade close to his chest and readied his numb, pained hands calmly.
