Ding! Ding! Ding!
The signal to start the fight!
The two of them tensed immediately, their bodies like strung wire. Jasper narrowed his eyes. He'd seen the way Riven moved earlier and he'd come up with a counter in his head. '...as a Necromancer... he might be fast, but his body will be weak... I'll get him that way!'
Just like before, Riven didn't waste time, but he didn't rush in either since he had no idea what his opponent's power was. '...I wish I could raise four undead...'
Instead, he used his Shape technique, and then his figure blurred as he ran forward. Wind whipped around the platform, snapping as the two of them used extreme speed.
Bam!
Riven didn't hold back. With his two hands on his sword, he used his speed momentum and put his body against the sword in a swing.
The air whined as the sword slashed down, but Jasper was just as fast and he was in front of Riven, directly opposite his sword slash. He carried no weapon of his own, yet he faced a sword!
Crack!
