Felix and Cruzer clashed again, their weapons meeting with a deafening clang that echoed across the arena.
Sparks flew as Felix's twin daggers scraped against Cruzer's greatsword, the sheer force of the impact sending a shockwave through the air. The crowd roared, their cheers blending into a cacophony of excitement and awe.
Felix ducked under Cruzer's follow-up swing, his movements fluid and precise. He darted to the side, his daggers flashing as he aimed for the gaps in Cruzer's armor. Cruzer, anticipating the attack, twisted his body and swung his greatsword in a wide arc. Felix flipped backward, narrowly avoiding the blade's edge, and landed gracefully on his feet.
"You've got good instincts," Felix said, his voice strained but filled with admiration. "But let's see how you handle this."