Cruzer's lips curled into a faint smirk as he planted the tip of his greatsword into the ground, leaning on it casually. "Guess I'll have to put on a show then," he replied, his voice calm but laced with confidence. The tension between the two fighters was palpable, the arena hushed in anticipation as the announcer signaled the start of the match.
Klose didn't waste any time, launching forward with a burst of speed that belied the weight of his armor. His twin swords moved in a blur, striking from multiple angles in a synchronized assault. The audience gasped as the flurry of blades seemed to surround Cruzer, but he didn't flinch.
With a single, fluid motion, Cruzer lifted his greatsword, the massive weapon moving as though it weighed nothing. He intercepted the first blade with a resounding clang, pivoted to deflect the second, and used the momentum to step back, creating distance. Sparks flew with each clash, the sharp sound of steel against steel echoing through the arena.
