The man slashed, Silva rolled out of the way, he got on his feet, locked eyes with the man, and launched forward. His eyes were vicious. The man attacked again, Silva dodged it, then planted his palms on the ground, spun, and landed a kick right into the head of the man, throwing him back.
He propelled himself up with both hands, landed on his feet, and pushed forward again, his claws already out to get the man by the neck. Seeing this, the man forced himself to a stop, and with anger in his eyes, he attacked, but this time his sword was covered in burning hot flames.
Silva dodged the flames, he felt the intense heat from a distance, but was unbothered. "You can't hit what knows you are coming," Silva said before landing a clean punch in the ribs, shattering multiple and sending the man flying.
The man slammed into the snow, his face contorted in pain, he held his ribs. The lady looked at the man on the ground and frowned.
