Lizi's style of swordsmanship might appear unnecessarily flashy and graceful to those unfamiliar with the handling of a blade, however, the efficiency of her technique spoke for itself, each motion meant something, each movement that seemed superfluous was a feint or distraction, slashes rained down violently, thrusts cascaded without stop, all portions of the weapon were put to good use, handled with ease as though it was a distinct limb.
Isabela struck down with a direct punch, compared to the refined sword style of her opponent, even the average joe would be able to understand what the blonde chief was all about, she was a brute, serving as arms and crushing fists for the rule of stagnant water.
