The sound of steel cutting through the air was relentless. It wasn't a rhythmic training session, nor technical in the traditional sense. It was continuous pressure, with no room to breathe, no room to overthink. Scarlet didn't slow down for a second, and Victor was forced to keep up or simply be overwhelmed.
Her blade came from above with enough force to break a normal guard. Victor managed to raise his sword in time, but the impact went through his entire arm. The shock traveled from his shoulder to his chest, and his body recoiled half a step back, his foot scraping the ground to avoid completely losing his balance.
He tried to counterattack immediately, but Scarlet was no longer there.
She appeared on his right side, turning her body along with the movement of the blade, and the cut grazed his flank. It wasn't deep enough to incapacitate, but it was clean enough to open flesh. Blood flowed instantly.
