The flying man has carried James into a field, perfect for an all-out fight.

  James is on the ground, still reeling from the speed he was flown in at.

  As James stumbles to get up, the flying man slowly floats closer to him.

  "So this is the best the new generation of Knights has to offer..."

  "Struggling to stand from a little trip."

  "Pathetic."

  He picks James up by his collar, holding him there.

  "You have a lot of Aura..."

  "...Let's see what you have to offer."

  He drops James and vanishes in an instant, leaving only a gust of wind.

  James hears him coming, a sound akin to a windstorm.

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  Both of them wind back their fists, colliding in the middle and knocking them both back.

  The flying man guffaws.

  "Impressive!"

  "I guess you might not be pathetic after all!."

  "I'll do you the honor of introducing myself."

  "My name is Cilian Neverend, former heir to the Neverend family before my idiotic father had me arrested."

  "Now that the courtesies are over, let's continue."

  James leaps at him, Cilian blocks by just lifting his arm, an effortless motion.

  "Too reckless."

  James leaps again, Aura welling in his fist.

  Cilian attempts blocking again, a failed attempt, leading to a blow square in the chest.

  "So, are you one of the Lionshearts?"

  "No, your hair would be blonde then."

  Cilian recovers, jolting at James with his knee up, making direct contact with his gut.

  James coughs blood up onto the floor.

  "You really are interesting..."

  "Get up."

  James is still on his knees, but tries his best to get up.

  "Who is your father, boy?"

  James coughs a bit.

  "I don't know..."

  He wheezes between each word.

  Cilian descends, effortlessly landing on the floor.

  "A bastard?"

  "Really?"

  "Well, all the best whores are redheaded, so I shouldn't be surprised I supp-"

  His insult is cut off by a thundering blow to the chin, the impact can be heard all the way back to the city.

  Cilian nearly falls on his back before he catches himself, standing himself back up in the air.

  He speaks through a broken mouth.

  "Good, boy."

  "Use that, and we can really start fighting."