Then, without wasting any time, Gray made the first move.
Swoosh!
He dashed forward, his rapier flashing in the dim light like a streak of silver lightning. The wind cracked around him as his blade cut through the air toward Cassandra's throat.
CLANG!
Her scythe intercepted the strike, sparks bursting where the blades met.
The force behind Gray's attack made her boots slide backward on the cracked arena floor, leaving a faint trail of dust behind.
"Still as fast as ever," Cassandra muttered, her eyes narrowing.
Gray continued on, twisting his wrist sharply, forcing her scythe off balance before flicking his rapier sideways in a clean horizontal arc.
Cassandra ducked under it, her hair brushing the air as the blade sliced above her head.
SHING!
The next instant, she countered.
The curve of her scythe swept upward in a deadly crescent, aiming for Gray's chest.
