"Guildmaster Raon, it's been a while." Andrew's voice was cold and stern as he locked eyes with Raon.

"Indeed, Andrew. You've grown a lot stronger than last time. A shame we must meet under these circumstances." Raon chuckled, but there was no humor in his sound. Only malice.

"Well, I guess, my teacher didn't participate in this madness, then why did you align with the Demon Guild?" Andrew asked, his tone accusatory.

Raon smirked, "Power, Andrew. Power and the promise of a new world order. Something you and your foolish teacher might not comprehend." He spat out the words with contempt.

"I understand enough to know that your ambitions end here." Andrew tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the familiar weight and balance of his weapon.

"Bold words, but can you match them with strength?" Raon unsheathed his katana, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

Andrew grinned, "Let's find out, shall we?" He felt a surge of adrenaline and determination in his veins.

The air crackled with tension as the two formidable figures faced each other, the clash of their auras creating an aura of inevitability.

Andrew made the first move, lunging forward with a swift thrust. He aimed for Raon's heart, hoping to end the fight quickly. But Raon parried his attack with ease, and countered with a diagonal slash. He was faster than Andrew expected, and his blade cut through the air with a sharp hiss.

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Andrew dodged to the side, barely avoiding the deadly strike. He felt a surge of pain in his left arm, where Raon's blade had grazed him. He ignored the blood dripping from his wound, and swung his sword horizontally. He hoped to catch Raon off guard, but the guildmaster was ready. He blocked Andrew's attack with his blade, and kicked him in the chest.

Andrew stumbled back, gasping for air. He felt the impact of Raon's kick in his ribs, and wondered if any of them were broken. He looked up, and saw Raon's smirk. He hated that smirk. He hated the way Raon looked at him, as if he was nothing but a bug to be crushed. He hated the way Raon had caused so much death and destruction, all for his selfish ambitions.

He felt a surge of anger and hatred, and used it to fuel his resolve. He recovered quickly, and charged again. He knew he had to end the fight soon, or he would lose.

Raon met him with a flurry of strikes, forcing him to retreat. Raon was relentless, and his attacks were precise and powerful. He seemed to anticipate Andrew's every move, and countered them with ease. He seemed to enjoy the fight, and taunted Andrew with every blow. He seemed to have the upper hand, and showed no signs of fatigue or weakness.

Andrew tightened his grip on his sword, and flipped it over in his hand. He hoped to catch his opponent off guard, and exploit a weakness in his defense. He darted to the left, and then swung to the right. He saw Raon's eyes widen, and felt a surge of adrenaline. He thought he had finally outsmarted him, and scored a hit. But Raon effortlessly blocked it with his own blade.

"You are just trying to stall me." Andrew spat, his voice icy and bitter.

"So you figured it out." Raon smirked, his voice mocking and sinister.

"What are you planning?" Andrew shouted, his voice frantic and desperate.

"You'll find out soon enough but for now let's have some fun." Raon said, his voice smooth and confident.

Andrew was about to launch another attack but suddenly he felt a wave of killing intent and dread from the direction of their base. He sensed a powerful and fierce aura, that made his blood run cold.

"What's going on?" He asked Mord.

"Sir, we've lost contact with the base. Something's wrong." Mord said, his voice worried and nervous.

"It seems Marcus has done his job. Now it's time for me to leave." Raon said, his voice triumphant and smug. He had been waiting for this signal, for this opportunity, to escape.

"Mord, I need to go. You handle the rest." Andrew said, his voice urgent and commanding. He commanded his group and ran towards the base, hoping it was not too late.