Medakkaru parried the white sword that came fast to s***h him. He noticed this shifter was strong enough to be in the yellow level. He thought the latter must not have a real duel yet but guessed he was ready for it if he just challenged one in the yellow level.
“What’s your name by the way?” Medakkaru asked, pushing his opponent by the weapon. He spun around, scratching the owner’s son in the leg with the tip of the spear. The latter glanced at the bleeding wound, but it was magically stopped and healed.
“Oggurett.” He jumped into the air, flipped and thrust the white sword, but Medakkaru was quick to dodge and parried it smoothly. The clanging of the weapons created a spark that jumped into the air.
Medakkaru smiled. As minutes passed by, he enjoyed this spar. But then there was that
