The next impact was so violent that the sound itself seemed to lag behind.
Dante and Seris collided again in the center of the fractured sky. Rebellion found a newly formed blade in her hands, the other sliding underneath to strike her ribs. He twisted his torso at the last second, allowing the tip to just tear her skin as his elbow crushed her shoulder.
The air exploded.
The entire coliseum trembled.
Seris slid backward, but didn't lose her balance. Her combat body was at the peak of adaptation—every blow from Dante was being read, analyzed, corrected in real time. She advanced in a brutal sequence: diagonal slash, low spin, upward kick.
Dante blocked the first.
He was hit by the second.
And grabbed her leg on the third.
He hurled her upward as if she were light, leaping right behind, Rebellion descending like a guillotine.
Seris crossed both swords above her head.
The shockwave split the clouds.
