Asher stood within the smoke and debris of his own destruction, his eyes tore sharply to the side, locking onto the direction from which the blood sword constructs had been launched.
Without hesitation, he moved. His body ripped through the thick cloud of smoke and dust, dispersing it in his wake as though it were fragile mist before a storm. He did not spare the teleporter another thought; his senses had already confirmed that the man had vanished before the golden light explosion could swallow him whole.
The moment Asher covered a distance of over four hundred meters in a breathless surge of speed, his rapier flashed forward toward a tree with immense force and a slicing wave of compressed air. The man concealed behind the tree reacted instantly. His sabre screamed forward to meet Asher's blade head-on, steel colliding with steel in violent defiance.
