@dunscaiithââ liked for a starter.
The sword finds itself being stopped by the pointed end of the polearm, and with each blow the earth below them trembled trying to contain the power behind those swings of both warriors. His breathing, although not ragged was losing its firm rhythm, she was an exceptional fighter, he had no doubt of it.
 â...Tch.â He figured it was enough for today, and sheated the greatsword Balmung on his back. Knowing how much of a beast in combat Lancer was, he had asked her to be his sparring partner, thinking it would be enough to keep him focused. However, even the thrill of battle and death was not enough to content him for the day. Even though he had asked for this in the first place, it was like he wasn't putting his all, or rather, something was troubling him.
