[center][color=fff200]Aurelius Pendragon[/color][/center]

Shaken and excited, Aurelius had not felt like this in a long time. His otherwise stalwart personality slowly started to fade as the rival swordsman got into his own stance. He raised his blade to assume his most basic of stances, blade held to high to his chest, blade pointing at the sun itself. His fingers wrapped tight around the hilt, his legs spaced apart, and his eyes focused on the man. He could see just how calm the aura of the man was and just how skilled he was from his stance. The many years of rough training with his father gave him an eye of sorts for those more skilled than himself. The moment he exhaled, Aurelius launched forward like a cannonball. Closing the gap, he brought the down to his legs to attempts a quick diagonal cut. His arms felt stronger than usual, his body almost enhanced by fighting alone. The blade looked at though it would strike low until Aurelius quickly brought upward in a diagonal motion toward the chest.