Between Pride And Power

Alexei then began to slowly walk up to Kaelan, his voice filled with disdain as he spoke, his sword swung over his shoulder.

"I don't know what you think you're up to. Maybe you're possessed. Either way, I honestly don't care anymore."

"Since you can't even use the fundamentals of our clan's arts, you've become a stain upon the pride of our clan, and I shall now gladly rid our bloodline of the disgrace of your incompetence."

He slowly raised his great sword overhead. The rune markings around it glowed brightly, and the blade seemed to glow as well, as if becoming sharper.

Kaelan's thoughts raced as he processed his words. Time seemed to slow down as he did.

'Fundamentals?'

'Clan arts? Of course, there's something I'm doing wrong. Now that I think about it, I remember how Darven used to move.'

'There was a strange way he moved his tail whenever he ran, placing it on opposite sides of his body with each step forward.'