The man staggered, obviously surprised by the speed, as Vaeron's sharp eyes moved in calculation, anticipation, and lastly countered with an elegance that belied the absence of his raw essence.
Without wasting a breath, the third attacker hurled himself from the side, fists swinging with lethal precision. Vaeron met him mid-motion, grabbing the man's forearm and using the momentum to throw him into another.
The impact was a thundering crack that reverberated through the arena, such that her stomach twisted. Lucrezia didn't know what she'd expected of a duel, but this clearly wasn't one. It was a symphony of violence, every move choreographed yet felt terrifyingly alive, which intimidated her to the core.
