Arthur's frustration burned like a fire in his chest as he steadied himself on the platform. The crowd's excited murmurs faded into background noise as he focused entirely on his opponent. Aziel stood across from him, electricity still dancing across his skin in crackling arcs, that familiar cocky grin plastered on his face.
'Not this time,' Arthur thought grimly, his shadow armor pulsing with dark energy as he prepared his counterattack.
Without warning, Arthur launched himself forward, his shadow-enhanced speed carrying him across the platform in a blur of motion. His blade came down in a vertical slash aimed at Aziel's shoulder, the shadow-wrapped steel singing through the air with deadly precision.