There was something Northern completely loved about Chrysler's talent as he tested it out. In fact, from the moment he'd laid eyes on it, he had been smitten.
Love at first sight. He'd suspected as much, and this battle only confirmed it.
Knight Chrysler's talent worked like a freaking battle art.
The first ability regulated his blades—both weapons moved in perfect synchronization without any prior training in dual-wielding. No matter what footwork he employed, no matter how shabby his steps might be, the synchronization between the two swords couldn't be disrupted.
And Northern's steps were anything but shabby.
He destroyed the Gentleman's movements with a whirlwind of strikes that trailed dark wind in their wake. Sparks sprayed through the air as the Duke blocked on sheer instinct, but each parry cost him—he couldn't maintain his defense without sacrificing any hope of counterattack.
