The auditorium echoed with the sharp *clang* of metal on metal as my dagger slammed into Ham's chopper-like sword.
Sparks flew, lighting up the dark for a split second, and I shoved hard, pushing him back. His boots scraped the concrete, but he dug in, planting his legs firm to stop his slide. His teeth flashed in a gritted smirk, his yellow eyes glowing brighter.
"Hehehehe… good one, kid!" he said, his voice rough and excited, like he was having the time of his life. "Didn't expect that kind of strength from a skinny punk like you!"
I sucked in a quick breath—*ahm!*—and spun into a kick, aiming for his head. Even in the pitch black, he saw it coming.
He ducked low, fast as a snake, chuckling under his breath. "Too slow!" he taunted, swinging one of his massive swords up from below. The blade hummed with yellow aura, slicing through the air toward me.