Ryu swung his sword upward to meet Sarriel's. The clash was like nothing this world had ever witnessed before, a cascading, explosive waterfall of ice, lightning and fire.
The two blades had hardly met when Ryu already pressed forward with his second. He seemed completely unmoved by Sarriel's display, the coldness of their gazes meeting across the void and clashing as fiercely as their blades themselves.
Sarriel's free hand stretched out a palm, drawing a circle in the air that reflected Ryu's second Great Swordstaff even as she swung her katana once more. Her movements became faster and more free flowing as though she was finally not holding back anymore. All sorts of miraculous arts Ryu had never seen before manifested themselves, pressing down while suffused with endless killing intent.
