Something Benith The Surface
The elf woman's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of intensity within them as she gazed at Akun. Her grip tightened on her sword, the muscles in her arms tensing. With a small shift of her stance, she readied herself.
"Do you actually think you can make this worth my time?" she questioned, her voice steady but tinged with skepticism.
Hearing such a qustion, Akun couldn't help but smile confidently, but his gaze remained focused. As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, hinting at his resolve. He stood tall, his body language gave off confidence as he spoke.
"Five moves," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of assurance. "If you can defeat me in five moves, I'll be gone."
A moment of tense silence hung between them, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Waving the branches of the trees and their clothing from sided to side.