Aura Nova was already before Anthony in less than a split second, her speed swift as she moved with a blip that distorted the very air around her. She didn't pause or hesitate; the moment she appeared before him, her short sword screamed toward his eyes as she slashed without mercy or restraint. Anthony stayed calm as he watched the incoming attack, his katana remaining at his waist, undrawn, as though she simply wasn't worth the effort required to unsheathe it.
As the attack was about to hit, he stepped to the side with ridiculous ease. With a sharp, slicing sound, Aura Nova's short sword tore through the air where Anthony's head had been. A huge sword arc, shaped from pure wind pressure, tore outward due to the overwhelming force of her attack, reducing everything in its path to nothingness. The compressed wind screamed as it expanded, devouring loose stones and carving a deep trench into the battlefield behind him.
