Litty's eyes narrowed dangerously, her earlier frustration transmuting into focused determination. With fluid grace, she drew her twin blades from their back sheaths, the slender swords catching the artificial sunlight with mesmerizing brilliance.
"Hand-to-hand against blades?" she questioned, noting his empty hands. "Overconfident, aren't we?"
David relaxed into a deceptively casual stance that concealed perfect balance and readiness. "Consider it a handicap to make things fair."
The taunt had its intended effect. Litty launched forward with explosive speed, her blades weaving complex patterns designed to overwhelm defensive capabilities through sheer volume of strikes. The air sang with the passage of perfectly honed metal as she executed a sequence of attacks that would have dismembered a lesser opponent within seconds.
