"A man who has reached the pinnacle of battle. He commands respect from all."
Defend… block… wait… thrust… Demonic Tiger Blade… dodge… swing right… dart left… jump… wait… Rising Phoenix.
He landed, the flames of the arte dissipating leaving only scorch marks on the rock- he was no longer so reckless as to practice in the plains. With a sudden glance, he realized that the sun was setting. He had been there since noon.
With the material blades in hand, he just watched as the sun crept beneath the horizon. It would rise tomorrow, he knew, but that day would never be this day.
Turning his back on the setting sun, he sheathed his blades.
A.N: And... Done! That's it! No more! Titles is Complete! Sorry, this last post was late but life got in the way. : D