Then, in one clean motion, he disarmed her.
Her sword flew from her grip and hit the ground a few steps away with a sharp sound.
Before she could even react properly, his blade was already at her neck.
Silence dropped instantly.
Evy froze. Her breath was slightly uneven, but her expression still held frustration more than fear. "… Take it easy… I am a child," she said suddenly, annoyed.
Azai blinked once. Then he laughed. "If anyone calls you that," he said, still smiling, "you are the first one to throw a tantrum."
Evy frowned immediately. "I am not…"
Azai raised a hand slightly, still amused. "Mm," he interrupted lightly.
Then his expression softened just a little, the teasing easing.
He lowered his sword and stepped back. "I do not go easy on you," he said. "Because I will not teach you weakness and call it progress."
Evy straightened slowly, picking up her sword again.
