The first pass was just noise. Cassian played to spectacle, lunging from the edge, hurling feints at Seren, then spinning to attack Soren as if the interim blurs of blue and white cloth might overwhelm him.
Soren moved by measure, factoring only the blade, not the body behind it. Cassian's rhythm proved easy to time: a predictability lurking under all the flashing teeth and sudden pivots.
He baited Cassian into a higher feint, then winged Mara's guard low enough for Kale's short blade to tap her forearm.
Disarmed, Mara dropped away from the fight, a bit of blood beading along the welt as she barked a curse. The next second, Soren realized Cassian hadn't disengaged, but abandoned his own team, circling Soren from behind and closing in fast.
Two on one, then.
