A Spar With Mia.

Clang!

Clang!

Mia slashed forward with her golden sword, a violent arc tore through the air as it shot for Dean at a rapid pace.

Dean rolled across the ground, barely avoiding the strike that aimed for his neck.

"Huff."

He dashed towards Mia.

With her having the advantage due to her weapon's length, it stands to reason that he had to get close to her to have any shot at winning this.

Even if he knew that was certainly impossible.

But you know what?

What's the essence of living, if one gives up so easily?

With a wide grin.

He ducked to the left, a violent swing cutting above his head. Ricocheting off the floor, he swung downwards with his blade, attempting to knock Mia to the ground.

Mia simply smiled.

Sidestepping to the left, she swung forward with her sword, the golden sword made an horizontal arc across the air as it rapidly inched closer to Dean.

Knowing what she was attempting to do.