Light breathed slowly, time was running out and Yannick was no doubt the one with the upper hand in this battle.
His eyes surfed the entire battleground, browsing for any cracks in the walls or in the floor, he had thought up a plan, but he needed every ounce of his power to implement it. For now he would stay at a reasonable distance, but there was no accounting for what would happen if Yannick decided to bridge the gap, as he could whenever he wished to.
"You're a great fighter brother." Yannick said for the first time since the fight began. "I have been studying your movements all through the tournament—and I must say, you are very good… but your style is still lacking."
The man's eyes were icy cold and his face was expressionless, Light knew that his words were true but he wouldn't let him know that he shared his thought process.
