The wind whisked with his presence, a cold chill exuding from his body as his sword, held firmly with his hands, coursed through the air in a fine thin line.
Nicho wasn't allowed to turn away, nor did he find the time to retaliate, but even with that, his quick thinking saved him at the last minute.
Ice formed in the air, its crippling cold tracing the afterimages of his blade as it drew closer to its target.
A cold indifference hid beneath Raph's eyes, a steady cold breath exuding out and malevolent, glowing eyes.
It sent a shiver down Nicho's spine as he looked away. It was fascinating; the great families were known for unordinary abilities and a strength that could only be dreamed of by System users.
So why do they go against this unsettling gap in power despite knowing the difference in abilities?