And yet again he pounced towards the towering figure, this time with a dagger in his hand. The figure did not blink an eye, its cold blue eyes staring into those similar eyes of the human. A warm breeze blew. His fringe fluttered in the rhythm of the breeze, occasionally moving up and down. The figure took an aggressive stance, poising himself. Their gaze met.
A deafening clash was heard in the distance.
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