Aiden vs Lochan [3]

Aiden's fire cracked like a whip, slicing through the air as Lochan barely dodged, shifting to the side with calculated ease.

Again.

And again.

Each movement was so precise it felt impossible- like Lochan already knew where the strikes would land before Aiden even made them.

But Aiden wasn't backing down.

He shifted his stance, switching from his fire whip to his flaming sword, slashing in wide, unpredictable arcs, forcing Lochan to move. If he couldn't outthink him, he would outpace him.

Lochan, however, didn't try to counter. He kept his distance, weaving through the battlefield with inhuman fluidity, his eyes locked on Aiden like a predator watching its prey.

Aiden clicked his tongue in frustration.

No matter what he did, Lochan was just barely out of reach.

It was a game of patience.

And it was dragging on.

The crowd wasn't sure who had the upper hand anymore.