Kayn's slow walk broke into a sprint as the penguin-beast launched its own charge to meet him.
The two collided in the snow.
The beast slashed his sharp flipper, and Kayn slipped under it, his first blade opening a line across its side.
The penguinas spun with surprising speed, its bladed beak snapping at his throat.
Kay twisted away at the last moment, the strike grazing past his shoulder.
The beast pressed him hard, not giving him a chance to get ready, flippers carving in fast arcs, its footing sure on the ice where a normal fighter would have slipped, and for a moment Kayn was on the defensive, both swords working to turn the blows aside rather than to attack.
Moon nodded to himself in approval.
