Both of them charged forward.
I have to be precise, Lucian thought as he flicked the small blades between his fingers. They shot toward the narrow slit of Zero's visor, aimed perfectly to pierce the gap.
But Zero caught the movement. He raised his sword and deflected the blades, sparks flying as they ricocheted away. Without slowing, he closed the distance, sword raised for a crushing strike.
Lucian reacted instantly. From his inventory, he pulled out another sword, using it to parry the blow. Steel clashed against steel again and again as the two fighters exchanged rapid strikes.
The audience leaned forward, breathless.
Lucian found himself stepping back with every clash. Zero's strikes were heavier, his swordsmanship sharper, more refined. Every blow rattled his arms.
He's stronger than me… and his swordplay is cleaner, Lucian realized, teeth gritting as Zero pressed the attack.
