Her boots barely touched the earth as she advanced.
Both hands firmly grasped the sword grip, holding it with confidence. Her blade was positioned low, parallel to her thigh, with knees bent in a prepared stance.
The tip of the sword was angled slightly to the left, drawn back like a coiled serpent about to lash out fiercely.
Her waist twisted anticlockwise, adding to her agility.
She used her movement technique expertly, and it appeared as if she teleported across the space.
The rapid movement closed the distance between her and the man in an instant.
Her waist then untwisted clockwise, bringing the blade in an elegant arch to meet the man's neck with precision and intent.
The assassin, aware of her intent, turned to meet her. Their blades clashed, metal against metal, force against force.
His saber curved down with precision, black energy surging along the sharp edge.
