The clang of metal against metal rang through the dimly lit prison corridors as Keryu parried another of Alan's vicious slashes.
The force of the strike sent vibrations up his arm, but he barely flinched, still keeping up the act of struggle.
Ben lunged from the side, his golden aura flaring like a wildfire, blade streaking towards Keryu's ribs.
At the last second, Keryu twisted his body, the edge of the sword grazing his side instead of skewering him.
He gritted his teeth, using the momentum to roll backward before dashing toward the stairway leading to the upper floors.
"He's running!" Alan snarled, his crimson eyes flashing in rage. "Keryu, you coward! You think you can escape?!"
Ben, just as furious, raised his sword. "Running means you're going against the academy itself! There's no turning back if you do this!"
Keryu scoffed, his voice echoing through the corridors. "You want me to sit there and die?! Like hell, I'm going to wait for my execution!"
