Taking his advice, Luna switched tactics, adopting a rhythm that alternated between rapid, light attacks and sudden, powerful strikes. She darted in with one dagger aimed at his side, then spun to bring the other toward his leg. This time, she caught him off-guard for a split second, and he had to step back, just barely avoiding her blade.
Orpheus's eyes sparkled with approval. "Good," he said, the faintest smile touching his lips. "You're learning to adapt."
But before she could feel too pleased, he moved with a sudden burst of speed, closing the distance between them. His curved blade whirled in an arc, forcing her to block with both daggers at once. The impact nearly knocked her off balance, and she felt the weight of his strength.
"You have potential, Luna," he said softly, his voice close to her ear as he held her daggers at bay with his blade. "But remember—there's always more to learn."
