Ludwig kept his pace, his movements fluid and deliberate as he avoided Kuro's relentless shadow projectiles. The latter refused to surface, his voice echoing tauntingly from the darkness. "Come on, Ludwig! Is this all you've got? Running away like a coward?" Kuro's voice dripped with mockery, but Ludwig remained unfazed. He had no intention of playing into Kuro's hands. Fighting someone who could literally turn into shadows was a fool's errand, and Ludwig wasn't about to fall for it.
The fight had reached a stalemate, and the crowd's initial excitement began to wane. Some spectators even started to boo, their impatience growing as the match dragged on. But Ludwig wasn't about to let the pressure get to him. He continued moving, his skeletal frame weaving through the arena with an almost unnatural grace. Each step was calculated, each dodge precise, as he carefully avoided Kuro's attacks while maintaining his own strategy.