Then, in a blur of motion, the Legate struck first. His spear tore through the air like a cannon blast, the shockwave ripping apart the ground where Vaenyra had stood just moments before. The explosion sent dust and rubble flying, but by the time it cleared, she was already gone.
A flicker of light appeared behind him, Vaenyra's sword.
Clang! Sparks burst out as her blade met his spear mid-swing, the impact ringing through the air.
Vaenyra pressed forward, her movements fluid and fast. Lightning trailed from her sword with every swing, each arc brighter than the last. The wind coiled around her legs, lifting her step, propelling her like a phantom dancing through the storm.
Her attacks flowed together like a song, strike after strike, each one faster and sharper than before. It was as if she could see the Legate's next move before he made it.
