Clank.
Sparks flew as Darian's blade met Caspian's.
The impact sent vibrations up both their arms.
The weight of the battle was evident, yet Caspian remained composed, his expression unreadable.
Darian, on the other hand, grit his teeth, pushing forward with sheer force.
Caspian sidestepped, his footwork fluid. With a swift counter, he aimed a strike at Darian's ribs.
Darian barely deflected it, the force behind the blow sending a tremor through his wrist.
He staggered slightly but recovered instantly, lunging forward again with a sharp, precise thrust.
Caspian dodged, his body moving with an almost unnatural ease. "You're too aggressive," he observed, his voice calm. "You leave openings."
"Tch." Darian clicked his tongue, adjusting his grip.
He knew White haired was right, but admitting it was out of the question.
He pressed on, his strikes becoming wilder, faster.
Then, suddenly—
"Darian!" a voice rang out.
