Volitaire remained silent and walked forward towards Venciersio. "Silver...thank you." Venciersio cloacked his fists in Spatial energies. Volitaire summoned his Spell Sword. "Your magic is climaxing. This is what I wanted to see. Actual valor. Prove your ambition is greater than mine!" The two ran for each other. Volitarie swung his blade wildly at Venciersio. He parried with his hands and went for blows towards his head. "He's aiming for my head...just like Montesque..." He ducked one of his punches and reappeared in Venciersio's shadow, cutting his back. A shriek of pain came from Venciersio. He quickly turned to continue his attack, but Volitarie with his rising power began to see through it. They went back and forth exchanging blows, sparks flying from the collisions.