Sylas' eyes darted back and forth as he paid attention to their movements. With the battle with Nosphaleen and Cassarae, he was sure of which of them would win. But the talent gap between Cassarae and the Duchess was far closer.
The other problem was that both of them were also apparently capable of constantly improving.
The ability of the Duchess to pour more blood into her intentions, strengthening her body and increasing her speed, felt endless.
By comparison, Cassarae seemed constantly capable of pulling more and more from her Sword Will. The world continued to whine, shift and move almost as though she was controlling spacetime instead of just her own blade.
At some point, the two of them seemed to gain some tacit understanding between one another. They didn't bother to use any skills or special techniques. It was practically a battle of raw power and the two of them were akin to a pair of female T-Rexes constantly butting heads and smashing through the earth.
