Cruzer Vs. Felix

Cruzer and Felix faced each other across the arena, the air between them charged with anticipation. The crowd's roar faded into a tense hush as the referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Felix moved first, a blur of motion as he dashed forward, his twin daggers flashing in the sunlight. Cruzer stood his ground, his greatsword still resting against his shoulder. At the last possible moment, he stepped to the side, his movements deceptively casual as Felix's first strike whistled past him.

"You're quick," Cruzer said, his voice calm as he swung his greatsword in a lazy arc. The blade's sheer size forced Felix to backpedal, his daggers raised defensively. "But speed alone won't cut it."

Felix smirked, his feet barely touching the ground as he shifted into a defensive stance. "Good thing I've got more than just speed."