Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, a lone island stood, and in the middle of the forest on that island, the symphony of swords was ringing again and again.
-Clash!!
-Clash!!
-Clash!!
Luthan moved like a phantom, his body weaving between a sword and a rapier as if he were performing a dance. Every step he took resembled the rhythm of a divine melody, his movements flowing so smoothly that even the ringing of steel seemed to follow his pace. He tilted his head slightly, dodging the rapier that flew dangerously close to his face, while his blade turned aside another strike in the same breath.
Maybe I showed a little too much...
