As those words left his lips, his right hand rose ever so slowly and moved to his left side, where his katana rested. Holding the hilt of his katana, he drew it from its scabbard with deliberate slowness, the sound of metal sliding against wood filling the air in a long, chilling note that seemed to stretch across the battlefield.
Seeing the motion and hearing the sound of Anthony's katana finally being drawn, Aura Nova's eyes narrowed. People of their calibre could tell whether someone was getting serious or merely playing around based solely on how they drew their weapon.
Although she didn't know if Anthony would be attacking with everything yet, she could tell that he would at least reduce the extent to which he had been playing around.
