Two blades collided amidst the sundered mist.
CLANG!
A violent spray of violet, emerald, and crimson sparks erupted in every direction. The ground beneath their feet buckled and cracked, black fissures radiating from the point of impact. Pebbles were thrown into the air, scorched by the heat of the sparks before falling back to the earth, blackened and charred.
Dayat felt a fierce vibration rattle his arm. His violet-green blade emitted a high-pitched whine that pierced the ears. Orchid felt it too. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing slightly. He had just realized that Dayat's weapon was not inferior to his own ancestral blade.
Both men recoiled. One step. Two steps.
The distance between them was now exactly three meters.
Orchid struck first.
His crimson blade streaked from the left. It was fast—not a simple slash, but a deceptive strike. A flick of his wrist caused the red energy to spin like a propeller before reaching its target.
