Blocking was a very precise affair—one that Aira had no problems with. Not with how fast her body could move. It came with an unexpected ease that she found thrilling as she continued to block every one of the hits that Verret swung in her direction.
This went on for a while, so much so that Aira soon began to entertain the idea of attacking back—something she was just about to do, only to feel Verret's attack pattern change.
It was so sudden, and not in a good way, that Aira couldn't help but be relieved she had chosen to wait before doing anything drastic.
The attacks were fierce and random, in a way that—even with all her attention fixed on his sword—he still managed to continuously nick her without her being able to avoid it.
Small nicks slowly turned into long gashes, which she instantly willed to heal, allowing light to burst from the wounds. But soon, she could no longer concentrate on even doing that, as Verret attacked like he was aiming to slice her head in two.
