Conrad smiled at Evan's enthusiasm, it kept him in a good mood and made their victory seem all the more certain. He watched his friend leap into the air, a crimson light glowing from his core before it flew skyward and turned into a familiar weapon. 

“Alright,” He said, stepping forward as the blade stabbed itself into the earth. This weapon had been one that he had grown accustomed in the past week; learning sporadic and acrobatic ways to utilize it. Clamping a firm hand over the blade, he pulled it out the earth and with a fluent spin and swung it out to the side. 

“As usual you feel perfect in my hands, Evan. Whoever is our opponent is going down, no doubt about that.” His spare hand reached up to loosen his scarf, the heat from their two souls were warming the air around him; it was something he hadn't grown completely use too. 

“Who should we take out first?” He asked his weapon.