Seraphina's blade met Celine's in another shower of sparks, the impact jarring up her arm. She gritted her teeth, her feet sliding back as she absorbed the force of the strike.
'Her attacks are wild. Unpredictable. There's no rhythm I can lock onto and no pattern to exploit. It's like fighting a storm.'
She deflected another blow, the crimson edge passing close enough to ruffle her hair. Her internal voice sharpened with recognition.
'This is exactly like fighting my instructor. The same chaotic, instinctive style—the kind that doesn't follow any school. Just pure, brutal experience.'
Celine's laugh cut through the clash of steel, breathless and wild.
"Hm? I thought you'd put up more of a fight than this."
She lunged forward, her blade carving a vicious arc aimed at Seraphina's chest.
Seraphina's sword came up to block but she was too slow. The tip of Celine's blade slipped past her guard, slicing through her armor with a sharp, grinding screech.
