Varkoth vs Alex

Varkoth sensed Alex's silence as a sign of frustration and pressed his advantage even further.

The sinister dark silver aura around his claws pulsated with energy, making Alex too apprehensive to even approach to try and get his own attack in.

"You're awfully quiet, Alex." Varkoth taunted in a very condescending way.

"Has it finally sunk in? That you're outmatched, that these will be your final moments?"

Alex remained silent.

He had faced countless opponents before, many with their own unique abilities, but none of them were like Varkoth.

The more he observed him, the more he realised that brute force alone wouldn't allow him to win this fight.

However, after the deafening silence persisted for a while, Alex finally spoke.

"Your talent is sharpness."

Alex felt like he had finally figured it out.

And while he hadn't exactly gotten the name of his talent right, he had essentially figured out its use.