However… Jorge couldn't be more wrong.
"Begin."
The Sovereign's words had barely dropped before a loud bang shook the hall.
Malakai blasted forward, legs moving left and right as he closed the distance in a flash.
His scythe flashed, the curved blade screaming down toward Jorge's head.
The expression of everyone shifted.
Jorge's pupils dilated. 'Fast! Too fast!'
He had anticipated many outcomes, hundreds of them, but there were none where Malakai moved this quickly. This fast. The sheer speed he currently moved made his heart feel like it was about to explode out of his chest.
Still, Jorge wasn't some trembling amateur. He was a warrior.
And warriors fought.
His focus snapped into place.
His fingers clamped around the hilt of his sword, drawing it in a flash to meet the descending scythe.
But Malakai didn't miss a beat.
He spun the staff in his grip, redirecting the scythe's momentum mid-swing.
The blade twisted at the last second, slicing toward Jorge's exposed left.
