Aren stood straight, staring at the Minotaur. He smirked. "I don't think a fight has been this exciting in a while," he said.
"Hmmm," the Minotaur groaned, then shot forward, hooves slamming into the ground hard, reaching crazy speed.
It slashed down at full power. Aren stepped back, dodging the attack by just an inch, while his eyes stayed focused on the Minotaur.
'Using Shadow Sense and Swift Wind together, and to the max, allowed me a certain level of prediction. Pushing it to the max lets me evade without any lost energy, and that's what I need now.'
He lunged forward, throwing a clean hook, and the Minotaur lifted its sword to block, but the fist never came. Instead, a kick to the ribs landed on the exposed side.
Crack.
Bones cracked as the Minotaur staggered back, pain shooting all over its body. It looked at Aren, rage in its eyes, but excitement as well.
