Liam’s POV
We circled each other, the tension crackling in the air.
"Why are you here without your team?" I demanded, striking out with a quick jab.
Blade parried my blow and countered with a punch that grazed my ribs. "It's none of your business," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger and something else that I found weird for someone like him—fear.
We exchanged blows, our movements a deadly one.
Blade's attacks were relentless, but his mind was elsewhere. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the hesitation in his strikes. He was fighting with a clouded mind.
He wasn’t blade anymore.
The blade I knew was a calculating monster that loved to laugh and make jokes while fighting. At least that was what I had heard.
This blade was different from the tales I had heard.
I needed an
