As Lilith's demeanor softened and her laughter slipped through the intensity of their match, their sparring took on a new, almost playful edge. Alex grinned, relishing the fierce joy in her voice, and they each discarded their previous weapons, reaching for new ones—Lilith took up two daggers, and Alex chose a short sword, better suited to swift, close-quarters combat.
Lilith moved first, melding the shadows around her. Her form flickered in and out of sight, as if she were part of the darkness itself. Using her lightning magic, she surged forward with blinding speed, her strikes swift and silent. From one shadow to the next, she advanced, daggers flashing in quick, precise arcs that seemed to come from all directions.
