Clement's knees bent slightly forward, his hands extending outward as one wrist crossed over the other, the tips of his daggers meeting in a silent kiss. With fluid precision, he sank into a battle-ready stance.
In response, Spectre's hand drifted toward the katana at his waist. With deliberate slowness, the blade slid from its scabbard, steel whispering against scabbard in quiet anticipation.
Anthony observed them with a calm, almost amused smile, his katana resting quietly at his waist.
A palpable tension thickened the air as Clement and Spectre locked their gazes on him.
Then without warning Spectre vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared before Anthony, his katana slicing through the air toward Anthony's neck with lethal precision.
Anthony stared calmly at the incoming katana. Then, with immaculate ease, his body shifted to the side. The blade flashed past his face and chest narrowly missing, but Spectre had anticipated as much.
