Valkur stood tall in front of Jake, analyzing him. His lips curled into a smirk, exposing jagged teeth. "I was wondering when you'd get here." His voice was calm, almost amused, but the weight of his presence was suffocating.
Jake clenched his fists, stepping forward. "Get out of my way."
Valkur tilted his head, arched his brow, amused. "Or what?"
Jake's lip curled into a smirk, "Or I'll make you."
"You think you can take me?" Valkur said, swinging the bat from his hands.
"Oh I don't think — I know," Jake said, gripping his blade.
His smirk widened. "Good. I was hoping for a warm-up."
Without another word, Valkur lunged. Jake barely had time to react, blocking the first strike, but the force sent him staggering back. The sheer power behind Valkur's blows was monstrous. Every strike felt like being hit by a hammer.
Jake somehow underestimated him, he was stronger than he thought. 'Damn, it definitely won't be easy to take him down,' he thought.
