Akio (2)

Throb!

Akio's heart faintly trembled as he saw the lifeless body of that female expert fall. His eyes reddened in rage as he lunged forward with his sword in hand. This rage wasn't unfocused, but controlled. He had been taught from the earliest of age to be able to harness emotion and rage for power, into strength, into clarity.

The spear-wielding knight coldly sneered beneath his helmet, his voice was gruff and unpleasant to hear as he snorted. He hefted his spear, brandishing its power, and matched Akio's ferocious lunge. Almost immediately, their weapons clashed violently.

Akio felt his palms hurt and his sword vibrate, but he didn't dare retreat. He sharply shifted his body, performing an odd parry of the knight's spear before slicing his sword forward ruthlessly at its neck.