Light stared straight at Yannick with his two-colored eyes, deep and unwavering, there were tiny flickers of light, sparkling stroking his eyes as he stood vigilantly.
"You know, you're the first person to actually land a clean hit on me in this tournament. You have shown me that my wait for a worthy competition hasn't been a waste—Thank you Light… you have no idea what you have just done for me." Yannick said with a smile as he wiped a droplet of blood from his chin.
That alone let Light and everyone in the crowd know that despite his countless feats, he was human too.
Light said nothing in response, instead he just looked at the man listlessly. He appeared to be an alien, standing expressionlessly on the opposite side of Yannick.
"Nothing to say? Good… let's get serious." Yannick concluded as he assumed a stance with his legs spread out wide, his knees bent a little and both his hands resting on his laps.
