"..." We push our swords against each other as energy is released around us, subtly shifting the environment, making rocks crack and tree branches fly. Fortunately, my attack lands a critical hit, forcing him backward.
"You're slow." I deliver a powerful strike against his sword, mocking him, trying to throw him off balance.
"Weak." I keep striking his sword, trying to break his wrist and turn his fighting style into something unsteady.
"Ineffective." I pair the pressure with taunting words to try to destabilize him, but despite that, he manages to react well, even though his combat style is pretty rough on his body.
"You talk too much, Eve. If I'm so weak, you should've beaten me by now, right?" He throws a kick, but I block it with a knee strike, and I use the impact to raise my kick and hit him in the face, pushing him back.
