An Extra’s POV

"Are you serious?"

The atmosphere was tense as silence echoed in the vast, dull expanse. The faulty lights on the ceiling flickered, radiating flashes of brilliance on the two who stood beneath it.

Trisha still tightly held her blade as she stared seriously at Rey.

The question he asked lingered in the air, and she bent a little lower, parting her lips to answer the question.

"What do you think?" As her response—another question—wafted through the air, Rey suddenly broke into a slight grin.

Trisha felt taken aback by this. She didn't know why he was displaying such emotions in front of her. Somehow, it infuriated her.

"You know I'm going to win, right?" He said. "There's no point in doing this."

"You said you wanted to talk. Well, this is what I want to do. So… do you only want to achieve what you want, or will you take your stance and fight?"

Her eyes harshly stared at him, and in response to this, he shook his head and sighed. His smile instantly vanished and he slowly began to move.

"I'm sorry. You're right… I apologize for the delay." Slowly, Rey began to take his own battle stance as well.

There was no hesitation in his movement, neither was there an ounce of weakness in his form. By the time he was done setting himself up, he gently placed his sword forward and didn't lose the stoic demeanor on his face.

"Whenever you're ready…"

Everything was set. Within the vast room that occupied them, the brewing moment had finally reached a crescendo.

It was time to explode.

~WHOOSH!~

Trisha attacked first with a sharp lunge aimed at Rey's torso. Her speed caused the very air around her to vibrate, and she moved as though she was a blur given form.

Still…

Rey deftly sidestepped the strike, his own blade rising to meet Trisha's in a clash of steel.

'Tch! He's fast.'

Gritting her teeth, she narrowed her gaze and strengthened every ounce of muscle in her body.

warily, their footwork precise

~SWISH!~

arms and legs. Rey countered each attack with smooth parries, his wrist moving fluidly to guide Trisha's blade

"Guh—!"

feint to Rey's left

pivoting on his heel and dodging the attack

forward, Rey took the opportunity to counter with a riposte,

'No, you don't!'

slash aimed at Rey's neck, but Rey ducked beneath the blade and lunged forward, his sword flashing with a quick thrust toward

~WHOOOSH!~

just in time, her blade

~CLANG!~

momentarily, each struggling for dominance as they tested

mumbled, but

were

have some measure of a chance. I'm sure he's turned off his Passive

this was a battle of pure Stats

practicing Martial Arts my whole

shove, and they both had to disengage,

of aggressive attacks. She lunged, swung, and slashed,

'Why…?'

as her body would allow, concentrating

can't

the

impeccable, his movements light and agile as he danced around Trisha's assaults like a ballerina in

he was one with the sword—no, one with everything that was

It was… beautiful.

the offensive. He unleashed a flurry of precise strikes, his blade darting and

caught by surprise, tried to hold down

the fight began, her defenses were pushed to the limit as she blocked and parried each attack, her breath coming

~WHISH!~

with a high slash, aiming for Trisha's head. Trisha ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air as Rey's blade swept over her. He transitioned seamlessly into a low sweeping strike,

"Haa… haa…!"

blur as he countered with a series of powerful slashes. Trisha managed to block and dodge each attack,

'He's… getting faster!'

complex combination

maintain her stance, but