A sharp spear, dancing in front of me, piercing the air and penetrating the wind. Bloodshot eyes curved into half-moons with a grin reaching the edges of the eyes. Hair flowing in the wind as a red glow pulse out of his body. He is enjoying every second of it.
I grit my teeth as I narrowly dodge each thrust and strike. At the start of the fight, I had the upper hand, pressuring Kingston with each of my attacks and drawing blood where I could, but each time I dealt damage to him, he got stronger. I cut him, he gets faster. I slam the body of my trident into him, he gets faster.