Heavy

Leonel's eyes never left the blue belt. Up to now, he had only fought the most elite of white belts, but he was truly curious to see how big the gap between a white belt and a blue belt was. 

As far as he knew, the process for becoming a blue belt was far more complex. In fact, part of the reason he even got involved with Sarrieth in the first place was because the latter was trying to complete his requirements to be promoted. 

'I guess I'll find out today…' 

Leonel hopped back, feeling the wind pressure of their kicks send his hair flying. 

A golden light enveloped his legs, explosively increasing his speed. In the blink of an eye, he managed to close the distance he had created again, slamming a fist into the chest of Bane.

Fril reacted quickly, trying to use the opening of Leonel's attack to counter. But, he found his leg slipping through air again.