The formation pulled them apart.
Valeria stepped back with the zweihander as pale light passed between their weapons and began resetting the restraint seals.
Her rear leg protested when her weight settled. Strain ran from the upper thigh into the knee, following the route through which she had attempted to reverse the unfinished continuation. Her boot had slipped only half an inch, but she still felt the instant her balance stopped governing the blade and began travelling with it.
Lucavion had not opposed the zweihander.
He had touched it.
The first contact changed its path by almost nothing. Valeria compensated through her hips and continued. His pressure shifted again during the transfer, and her rear leg accepted more of the sword's momentum.
Each correction remained possible.
Until she tried to reverse.
'That was the limit.'
