Screeeell..
My boots skidded across the rocky floor, the echo bouncing off the walls of the cave.
My grip tightened around the wooden sword still pointed toward Quinn. My arms ached, my shoulders burned, but I forced myself back into stance.
As expected, she didn't give me even a second to rest.
Her large frame blurred forward, her wooden sword slicing horizontally through the air. I threw myself backward just in time. The blade cut so close to my abdomen that I could feel the air split against my skin.
I retaliated instantly. My sword darted toward her lowered head. But Quinn's reflexes were absurd. Her body jerked sideways, and my blade stabbed nothing but air.
Instinct screamed again. I barely managed to pull my right arm back, adding my left on top of it and bringing them both beside my neck, just as her leg came crashing down.
Thwump!
The impact cracked through my arms, a wave of pain spreading up to my shoulders. My body tilted sideways from the sheer force of it.
