The wiry man continued to press Moon, not giving him any chance to take a breath or to reset his footing.
The strikes came at a pace Moon couldn't slow down. Every parry took more of his energy than the previous one.
The wiry man's strikes were heavy and well-timed, pushing Moon into positions his footwork couldn't fully answer. His sword arm was slowly starting to fatigue from the constant shock that came of the parries.
Moon had long since stopped holding back against the wiry man. He was using his newly gifted B-Rank sword and its impressive effect of channeling most elements, including his lightning.
Lightning crackled along Moon's blade as he drove a thrust forward, letting the current channel down the sword's length.
The wiry man deflected the thrust with a downward parry, and the lightning that discharged along the impact only made him grin wider.
"Nice trick... Now do it again."
