Problems Of A Good fight
Victor, despite his two hundred years of age was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
His strikes were all true. Many attacks, he did not even need his eyes to follow before they hit the target.
His robes floated in the air with his long white beards. The aura he carried was of incredible battle experience and unity. Every muscle of his body moved with a rhythm that was very surprising for his age.
Every somersault was with purpose and agility, and every strength used was with the right amount of effort, not too big, and also not too small.
Just enough to deliver maximum damage.
At first, he actually enjoyed the battle. This was because it had been a very long time since he had tasted the fruits of the battlefield. After all, because of his Great demon realm status, he had to be sealed by Vandora deep within that Volcano in Imperilment, where he had lived many of his years.