Priam: A Fictional Narrative

Priam sighed to himself, stopping in his tracks as he glanced around. Nelk's Woods. The forest in which he usually resided, for reasons... well, unknown, really. He usually came here just for the pure hell of it. That or he was just doing.... Priam things. This was the exact place in which he fought Dave... and ended up cutting the dude's arm off. He was quite proud of this achievement. He did it for "self defense", or so he says. Of course, Dave charged at him, fire and electricity all around him. So, to defend himself, he avoided getting attacked by using his Semblance, depleting Dave's aura, knocking him unconscious, AND cutting his limb off.
Yeah, being proud of slicing someone's extremity off is insane in its own word; but even doing it

Where the hell did he go?!
"Looking for me?" the kid's voice popped up from behind him. Priam turned to look, but he wasn't there.
"I'm over here," he hinted, and Priam glanced yet again, and just like before, Blythe was nowhere to be found.
This was starting to irritate him beyond ways he could explain.
"Actually, I'm right..." Blythe's voice was heard again, but, out of nowhere, Blythe was now in front of Priam. He was more than surprised, but that state of surprise was drawn short as he got slammed into a tree, the detective's hands gripping the latter's neck.
"Here," he yelled, bringing his foot down hard onto Priam's. He cried out, eyes shut tight. Air was slowly being stripped from him; the last thing he wanted. Blythe tightened his grip, refusing to let go. Priam had to act fast, or he would pass out. He didn't want that, either.
His hand gripped his sword tight once again, and he swung the blade diagonally to where it hit Blythe's leg and tore the fabric of his bottoms, causing him to cry out at the instantaneous sting, and let go, falling back. It took Priam a minute to remember what it was like to breathe, before he strode over to the fallen latter, sword pointed at his face. Blythe stared at the blade, and took in a breath of pain through set teeth upon realizing his cut was still there. His enemy stared down at him, a smirk on his

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"OK, and what do you know about my abilities besides the fact I can use a sword and electricity? AND my Semblance?" There was a beat. "Exactly. Nothing. So shut up. Don't get cocky." The two stood there in silence, before Blythe charged, retracting his arm blades. He lunged, slashing. Priam parried the blades, clashing with each hit the kid tried to make.
While the two were pressing their attacks against each other, Blythe narrowed his eyes, focusing on something.
That was when Priam heard a crack above him. He looked up, and his eyes saw a large tree branch snap, and collapsed. Above him.
"Oh, sh--!" The latter stopped clashing with him, and instead retracted one of the blades, slamming it into his gut once again, firing off a kinetic pulse. Priam cried out, skidding back. He almost hit a tree. With a grunt of pain, he collapsed onto a knee, clutching his abdomen. There was a red and white glow that went up and down his body. His aura was about to break.
Blythe smiled a little to himself, proud that worked. He went over, and extended the blade again, pointing it at the latter's