The sound of steel hitting steel could be heard multiple times in the coliseum. The knights and other sword users were quite curious about Lucen's sword style.
It was a bizarre fighting style. At first glance, it seemed to be a style born purely for speed, a technique meant to catch an opponent off guard with sudden draws. But after several exchanges, confusion began to ripple through the crowd.
Every time Lucen's strike ended, the sword flashed back into its sheath in a blur of motion, so fast the sound came a heartbeat later, a metallic whisper followed by a sharp click that rang louder than the clash itself.
It looked inefficient, even foolish, yet the results spoke otherwise. Though technically slower than fighting with an unsheathed sword, each draw came so swiftly, so cleanly, that it felt faster than sight itself.
The air cracked each time the blade left its sheath, a sharp, thunderous pop that echoed across the coliseum.
