He landed in a crouch, Oscar held loosely in his right hand, and turned to face Rhys with a grin that was beyond anything he'd ever seen in his life before.
"Now we're fighting!" Jack's laughter resonated throughout the garrison, conveying a genuine, almost unrestrained, sense of joy. "Show me more, Rhys! Show me everything you've got!"
Red lightning crackled more intensely around his body. His red eyes blazed with excitement as his body entered a state of pure combat euphoria.
This was what he'd been waiting for. Someone who could take punishment and get back up. As the days went by, he craved fights more and more.
Jack launched himself forward, and Oscar became a red blur as Jack's assault escalated beyond tactical precision.
He struck from above, the spear arcing down with force that cracked stone where Rhys had been standing a fraction of a second earlier.
The elf rolled left, his wind-enhanced movement barely keeping him ahead of the devastating strikes.
