Felicia's expression didn't change.
Her breathing remained steady.
Eyes locked on her opponent. Cold, unreadable.
She slid her left hand across her waist and drew her second blade.
Twin swords, both perfectly balanced.
The glint of the steel caught the ight of the sunset.
Across from her, the oni-masked swordsman.
Inside Javier's mind.
Hmm…
Twin sword user, huh?
He watched her step forward. Smooth. Controlled.
Alright then…
Let's see how strong she really is.
She moved.
A blur of silver and motion.
The first strike came high, Javier's katana intercepted it perfectly.
The second came low.
He stepped back.
Clean retreat. Sword still raised. Just enough space created.
Another burst of pressure erupted near his feet.
Javier twisted his stance, boots skimming the edge of the impact zone as a spike of compressed force cracked the ground where he'd been.
He didn't frown.
He just narrowed his eyes.
Damn.
This girl's fighting like Mimi.
Except she's not rushing.
