The two men stand face each other, eyes taking in each other's facial ques, and a few small muscle twitches give away that it would be Garret striking first, the young human jerking the sword in an arch, slightly awkward in his form. Verona swiftly, and rather gracefully, moving his blade with about as much effort as flicking his wrist, and sparks fly as the two blades meet, a loud 'CRACK' sounding out, and the two disengage quickly.

Garret lashes out with his sword, this time in a stabbing motion, trying to get him in the throat, and Verona leans back smoothly, spinning his blade swiftly and knocking the human's blade away, taking his katana with both hands and, as the male swung again, drives his opponents blade into the floor for a moment, then flicked his own sword up to strike out at the male, fangs grit in concentration.

They clash again, soon dancing to a deadly tune, neither one slipping up, and both soon growling and grunting as they wailed away at each other. Verona finally got the first physical hit, striking Garret in the side of the head with his forearm and elbow, sending the human stumbling. He strides after him, now that he had the upper hand, striking and not letting up once-so-ever. His blade sang as he dished out a swift flurry of blows. Then, he catches an elbow to the forehead himself, grunting and stumbling backwards, before charging forward in a hasty gesture to regain the upper-hand. Garret smirks, having predicted it, and jabs his arm into the young Dragon-Man's stomach, throwing his other arm over his back as he doubled over, and used all his strength, and flips him onto his back, slamming him onto the ground, and grips his sword with both hands swiftly, bringing it down as fast and hard as he could, eager to end the fight.

To his surprise, Verona easily met the attack with his sword, trying to take in even the slightest bit of air, his strength drained by the impact as well as his breath. He shifts his blade and rolls out from under the blade and it digs into the ground. He rolls back, pinning the males hand and sword hilt under his shoulder effectively, and he swings to bring the Katana to strike him in a beheading motion, and Garret jerks his head back, thrusting with his free hand at the base of the katana. He stumbles as his hand is freed by that motion, whipping his sword up quickly as Verona shoots to his feet. The human moves slowly towards Verona, and he looks at Kayden while Verona backs up, panting softly. "Seconds are good." He says calmly, and Verona's eyes narrow in confusion. Was this man talking about food in the middle of a sword-fight?

He darts forward and swings, and Garret catches the blow easily, and Verona ducks, eyes wide in shock as a second, golden glowing blade sweeps over where his head had been. Two swords against one?! How unfair! Verona jumps back and watches as the other man twirls the twin swords, trying to spot an opening. He spots it after a moment, just as his back pressed up into something, and he uses the wall to push forward, stabbing and the male immediately swings both swords in a scissor move, and pushes his sword behind Verona's back, the dragon gritting his teeth in pain, and decided to take the gloves off and fight dirty. He grins at Garret, then slams his head into the others, Garret's head snapping back and he stumbles, before growling and Verona smirks, before lashing out.

Another few exchanges go by, more hard elbows and forearm strikes are exchanged, then, as Verona blocks another strike, the human brings his other sword-which he had attached to the original to make things easier on himself- swiftly upward and across, and Verona's eyes go wide in shock as the blade sears through the hilt of his Katana, just under the handguard, and he watches as the top half of his sword goes tumbling off to the right. Garret lashes out and kicks him in the stomach, sending Verona staggering backwards.

Verona steadies himself and looks down at his sword in shock, trying to summon a kind of 'Shadow edge' at least, and all that happened was a few small wisps of shadow appear and fade quickly. He growls and looks at Garret, who smirks calmly, knowing he had won. He didn't realize just how much he misjudged the size of Verona's brass.

The slightly older man suddenly sprints forward, thrusting his hand out and sending a pulse of Shadow energy at his opponent, making him stumble a bit, and then gasps as Verona hooks his remaining Katana hilt around his battle-staff he made of the two swords. Verona jerks hard, bringing the staff into a horizontal position against his chest, and knees Garret hard in the groin, the male letting out a loud whine in pain, a few octaves over an opry singer trying to break glass with their voice. He jerks the staff again, and there were two soft clicks, and he suddenly finds himself barely holding the glowing golden blade from carving into his face, right eye temporarily blinded instantly by the glowing weapon, and he thinks quickly, an idea forming. He slips the Katana hilt into his other hand and raises it, acting like he was going to use it to strike his head, and Garret catches it, smirking. "That the best you can- "

Verona forces all his remaining power over Shadow into the hilt, and a small jet of black flame-like shadow spurts from the end, Garret screaming in pain and jerking away, and in that moment, the staff is twisted by Verona's own grasp on it, and in his right hand, gripped tightly, as a golden glowing sword. He watches Garret stumble back, holding a hand over his face in pain before glaring at the Dragon. "You little punk." He snaps, before charging, and Verona flips the Katana hilt and throws it like a throwing dagger, hitting the male in the forehead and he stumbles slightly, giving Verona the opening he needed.

He swiftly stepped into his reach and ducked under the wildly swung sword Garret sends his way, spinning and stepping forward, gripping the hi-jacked sword and aiming at the males' head, Garret whipping his sword around to strike out again.

And the Hanger falls eerily silent.

Verona's hand loosens, the sword in its grip falling to the ground with a loud clang. Followed by a body.