Sirius and Conrad now found themselves alone.
Sirius stood up, brushing the dust from his coat with his hand.
"Do you want to continue now or put it off for later?"
Conrad scowled, then raised his guard, a knife in hand.
"I don't need anyone else to deal with you. The others were only there to legitimize my claim to power."
Sirius cracked his neck.
"Good. That'll make a nice way to end my training."
"Enjoy it while you can. It'll be your last laugh."
Their fight didn't last long—neither Sirius nor Conrad used their resonance.
Conrad charged at Sirius, his blade aimed for the neck.
Sirius tilted his head aside, deflecting the strike, and lashed out with his leg.
Conrad blocked with his forearm but was caught off guard by Sirius's next move.
Sirius lunged, using his hand for support, flipping into a handstand. Both legs clamped around Conrad's head, slamming it into the sand.
