Light rubbed his forearm across his face as for the first time someone had drawn blood from him. He looked at his bloody forearm and hissed at the sight.
This battle had to end, and it had to end now. The Primarch only raised an eyebrow when he saw the young man had been struck cleanly and sent cascading across the arena floor.
Light buried his sword deep in the earth, and used it as support to get back onto his feet.
Peter's body was covered in blood, but the wolf man only smiled, his wounds were slower to heal as a result of the dark energy that Light covered his blade with, but he still kept that grin on his face.
Light forced himself not to fly off the handle, struggling to calm himself, there was only one way he would win this battle, and it wasn't by sneaking up on Peter.
