An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Dustin’s words made Mulder frown.

Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger?

Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he’d never willingly risk his life as Warrick’s sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.

With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder became a sworn enemy of West Lúcozia. His name was now on the most-wanted list.

Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible.

There was only one path left for him-kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat.

“Enough talk, punk. Let’s see what you’re really made of,” Mulder said.

After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His figure flickered like a phantom and left only a blur as he closed the distance instantly.

The sword in his hands gleamed coldly as it flashed past like a shooting star. A sharp wind followed its arc, carrying the force to cleave through the air as it aimed straight for Dustin’s throat.

Dustin’s expression remained calm and unfazed. Just as the sword was about to reach him, he shifted slightly. His movement was light and effortless as he narrowly avoided the fatal strike.

forward with immense force,

sword across to block. A metallic clang-sharp and resonant-rang out as fist and steel collided, sending sparks

several steps. He spun and used the momentum to swing his sword in

tapped the tip of his foot against the ground and glided back

sharp crack echoed through the air. Within moments, the vessel split in two and

target. His sword moved relentlessly, each slash

strike carried enough power to break through stone, and the sword’s sharp whistle cut through the air. Sparks flew as the flashing steel carved deadly arcs, threatening

he weaved through Mulder’s attacks like a wisp of silk in the wind, slipping past each strike with the slightest

sharp and focused as he read Mulder’s every move. His steps seemed weightless, yet each one placed him just out of reach of the deadly

his attacks continued to miss. His strikes became more forceful and reckless, and his movements became wide and

promised to back Mulder up, looked solemn. His expression was unreadable

looks strange,” Warrick murmured, secretly

20s, yet he handled Mulder-a grandmaster martial artist-easily and without the slightest

most was his inability to discern Dustin’s origins

He hadn’t felt it before, but now that he was facing a true master, he realized how grueling the battle was. No matter how hard

stop? Keep going,”

he remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by the intensity of the fight. His relaxed stance contrasted sharply with Mulder’s, who was drenched in sweat and gasping for